-- My icon makes me feel as though I'm actually starting to look like a woman, rather than the little girl I've been mistaken for for years now.
-- I wish the red death would come already. My anxiety has been through the roof, and I feel like someone has my girl parts in vice grips. This is not good. I don't like this at all.
Today:
Work, followed by a trip to the bank to deposit my paycheck and spiced chai/laptop times at the Daily Grind with
desdemona47. I took TJ, Trenton, Tabitha and Elaine out to dinner at the 88. We came home to a mad house that didn't quiet down until after 10.
Tonight:
TJ is having another night of birthday partying, but with the addition of Chris this time. Elaine is having a party Thursday night, and I don't work Friday; so, that's when I'll get to do my bulk of what seems to be a week of celebrating TJ's birthday.
Tommorow:
Work, followed by work meeting, followed by therapy. At some point, I have to take my sister to get her medication. Then, she and Trenton will go to Wednesday dinner at my mom's church. Methinks I should get to bed before 1:30.
-- I think I need to order some pretty dresses.