Tired... so tired...
Ugh. I slept for absolute shit last night. Had to keep the door open to let air flow, but that let the cats in. Closed the door to keep the cats out and it turned into muggy hell. Tried to sleep on the love seat, but it was too short. Eventually passed out due to sheer exhaustion after the bedroom had cooled down enough.
Work was a pleasant experience. Well, aside from the fact that when Bob asked how I was doing, I told him, "Well, everything's fine, except I had a little trouble with the sourdough. It took forever to come together, like I forgot the salt out or something." *pause* "Fuck. I forgot the salt."
Welcome to my idiocy. Here's to hoping I don't act quite as mind-bogglingly dumb in class today.
Happy motherfuckin' birfday to paulomatic. He's 27 today.
Shit. We're gettin' old.
Work was a pleasant experience. Well, aside from the fact that when Bob asked how I was doing, I told him, "Well, everything's fine, except I had a little trouble with the sourdough. It took forever to come together, like I forgot the salt out or something." *pause* "Fuck. I forgot the salt."
Welcome to my idiocy. Here's to hoping I don't act quite as mind-bogglingly dumb in class today.
Happy motherfuckin' birfday to paulomatic. He's 27 today.
Shit. We're gettin' old.