I got out of work an hour late yesterday (which is an hour more that I get paid, win, but my life hated it) which meant I went to the gym late, got home at twenty after four, and then had more to do for work.
My mom made dinner last night, while I sat in a ball on my bed and solicited people. And as tasty as everything looked, my stomach said ‘NGHHHH’ in it’s typical reject-all-schedule-change style, so I just kind of pushed it around a little bit and whined internally about the fact that I wasn’t hungrier.
I PROMISE. At the very least you’ll get something tasty to look at this weekend, since I have a special bake planned. I can’t make any guarantees about the rest of the week, though, so I might just keep popping in here with random shit that is mostly just random and then crying for a little while that my afternoons have been eaten. Completely.
Stupid work. Couldn’t even watch Hell’s Kitchen. ksjf;aldgkjboaeidgtrf.