2.5
Last night was a total BUST. I was looking to have some fun --according to Taylor, there were "parties out the butthole", but work and my mysterious sinus disease ruined everything. I couldn't smell/taste anything for an entire day, and then everything went wrong at work, as usual. God I need to get out of there. Everytime I walk through those doors I feel like I'm jumping into an enormous quick-sand pit. Yeah, I know, really good metaphor. Tonight should be better. It's Pat's and my "2.5 yr. anniversary" (don't laugh - it means something to me). We're going out to dinner, to a haunted house, and to Target to go clothes shopping for him. It's a big deal to get him into a store. I am going to go make myself some pancakes.