Zorb Panic
Okay. I think it'll be fine, really I do, but this whole mini-zorb construction is really giving me a headache. LITERALLY. And figuratively, too. I'm too fed up with the whole thing to elaborate now but I just had to vent a little. My neck hurts, my apartment is a disaster, I have zorb shrapnel hanging from doorways, spread all over tables, floors and couches, and the best part is I have to HOUSESIT for ten days so I'll be pulled in one extra direction starting today.
I NEED TO CLONE MYSELF.
I am going to take a nap now. I just spent three hours gluing, clamping, taping, cutting, stretching, etc., and I have to feed a bunch of dogs later then go to work tonight then sleep in a big scary empty house, then do it all again tomorrow.
On the bright side, my iPod is ready to play me that extra Ovo song, so I can hear the last two songs in transit for the dog-feeding. Yippeeee!!
I NEED TO CLONE MYSELF.
I am going to take a nap now. I just spent three hours gluing, clamping, taping, cutting, stretching, etc., and I have to feed a bunch of dogs later then go to work tonight then sleep in a big scary empty house, then do it all again tomorrow.
On the bright side, my iPod is ready to play me that extra Ovo song, so I can hear the last two songs in transit for the dog-feeding. Yippeeee!!