Sep 01, 2012 20:34
I don't want to talk about what the doctor said on thursday. I'll talk about it later, probably tomorrow or monday, but maybe not even until tuesday.
I don't want to talk about work because I'm really tired and it's a holiday weekend and I said I'd come in tomorrow morning which means I have to cook bacon and make pies and I hate cooking bacon and I've never made the pie and I'm starting to freak a little.
So instead I'll talk about how the pen pal stopped by work last night. Unfortunately we were swamped, so we only got to talk for 20 minutes or so. But still he came, and ate and stayed and put up with chatty customers and my being busy and holy hell am I in some serious trouble . . .
Okay, I'm gonna go to bed even though it's 8.30 because I have to be at work to cook bacon and make pies at 7 and I'm tired just thinking about it. But, after I cook bacon and make pie and cook a shedload of breakfast sandwiches until I'm relieved of the kitchen around 10.30, I'm off at 1 and get to meet said pen pal at the Gardens to check out the fairie and gnome houses and hopefully get to actually *talk* to him. And maybe figure stuff out in my head . . .
life,
health,
work