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I am functioning on about three hours of sleep today, which means I am barely functioning at all. I don’t know what it was, but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep and I tried all the tricks. Therefore I am absolutely useless at work. To top if off I woke up feeling all vomitty and the sickness only recently fades. Still, I need to be careful about what I plan to eat at lunch. Sadly, I forgot my lunch thanks to the morning fogginess so I need to waste more money I don’t have on food. Plain sandwich it is. My stomach just made the loudest and longest rumble of it’s stomach rumbling career.
Last night was my last night of house sitting. I will stop by after work tonight to pick up the rest of my things and give the dog his dinner, but they are coming back late so I was told I could sleep at home. It was a nice rest, though I was always scared a psycho murderer was going to jump out of the woods and kill me. I didn’t have any major epiphanies or as much reading time as I had hope, but I did watch about 40 million hours of the food network. Marc Summers rocks! I am looking forward to sleeping in a queen sized bed with my huge comforter and my expensive sheets.
Emily told me she saw the ex’s book at some random store on Tybee, but not on River Street. I am in the acknowledgements. An entire sentence thanking me is in a published book. Huh. That’s kinda cool I guess. Part of me wants to email him and congratulate him. I know he put a lot of hard work into the book and he deserves any success that comes out of it. It was his baby and it put it before everything else (including me) so he should be proud. However, emailing him would do me no good. So Jamie if you are reading this (and I know you are) congrats on your book being published. You worked really hard on it. Now send me a free copy, darn it!
Less than 2 weeks until I see Dylan!
Last night was my last night of house sitting. I will stop by after work tonight to pick up the rest of my things and give the dog his dinner, but they are coming back late so I was told I could sleep at home. It was a nice rest, though I was always scared a psycho murderer was going to jump out of the woods and kill me. I didn’t have any major epiphanies or as much reading time as I had hope, but I did watch about 40 million hours of the food network. Marc Summers rocks! I am looking forward to sleeping in a queen sized bed with my huge comforter and my expensive sheets.
Emily told me she saw the ex’s book at some random store on Tybee, but not on River Street. I am in the acknowledgements. An entire sentence thanking me is in a published book. Huh. That’s kinda cool I guess. Part of me wants to email him and congratulate him. I know he put a lot of hard work into the book and he deserves any success that comes out of it. It was his baby and it put it before everything else (including me) so he should be proud. However, emailing him would do me no good. So Jamie if you are reading this (and I know you are) congrats on your book being published. You worked really hard on it. Now send me a free copy, darn it!
Less than 2 weeks until I see Dylan!