Dad visited with Brother yesterday. I was supposed to go with, but instead I woke up with a head full of snot, a sore throat, a low fever, and a bad attitude. I doubt any of them would've been welcome on the drive or at the jail. But I feel guilty and wish I would've gone to see my bro. Instead I spent my day wearing footie pajamas and watching bullshit on Netflix and napping and drinking juice and hot tea.
It's 7 o'clock Monday morning, and I've been up for over half an hour already - I've showered and everything! I'm digging this get-up-early-and-fuck-off-for-a-while-before-work thing. Watchin' the news, readin' the internets - I like it. I feel better today than I did yesterday, though my head is still full of snot and my throat is a little touchy. But I've decided it'll be a good day at work.
I've been maintaining the leg-shaving. I know, you care.
How do single people get lotion on their backs? I just tried. I can't do it myself.
They're calling for a high of 28 degrees today. Holy Frigid, Batman!
Hey Natalie! I got on Mojo for the first time in about a year and saw your link. I've been thinking about your brother a lot. I hope he's doing alright... and maybe learning a lesson this time? He has so much potential, I hope he realizes that.ReplyDelete