On the overtime train to somewhere.
On the overtime train to somewhere.
Why so tired?
Oh yay... another 8 hours at this stupid airport before I can even check in.
Wow. Work. Nuts. Couple hundred people at the wake the first hour alone. The funeral tomorrow morning will be...even crazier.
Seeing the rain up north. Wishing it would sink south, knowing it's forecast to over the next couple of days.
So apparently Arie and my mom are auditioning for Guy Fieri's Minute to Win It, whatever that is.
I Have No Chocolate.
I'd never heard of it before my mom called me last sunday. I guess I'll have to youtube it to see what it's all about
Adhesion... or whatever you are... you hurts...
If I had more money than sense, I'd throw a bunch of it at Sean Galloway and have him draw all our Dark Banana characters
Harlem Shake, you're still not funny.
OMG...three day weekend...*flails*
Nee one else in the house? Cider and pizza? Way aye!
So it appears that my truck didn't so much breakdown as run out of gas. A certain gauge has lied to me.
Owen is sick, my knee hurts, and I'm in a foul mood. How can I get ready to run a 1/2 marathon in May when I can hardly walk? Cdsecrbihvefhjbdkcsncsdjknkjnxsdiuncee
I'll probably go to our chiropractor and get a referral to a physical therapist for my knee, or something. Argh!!
Try ibuprofen and ice. I have an ice pack in my freezer for whenever my tendinitis acts up... it's enough to take the edge off the pain and ease the swelling, so that I can hobble around reasonably okay until the drugs kick in. It's amazingly effective; not a long-term solution, but it's a good short-term fix.
I bought another car solely so I can rip it's giant American heart out and stuff it into a smaller Japanese car.
Oww.
WTF, migraine...seriously. I wasn't even stressed this week.
Go away
CRUMPETS get in me
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