I'm not going to tell you about it because, trust me, you don't wanna know. Let's just say I'm glad to be in the comfort of my own home.
It's not like I'm avoiding work by being at home. This thing I'm doing here? This counts as my lunch break. Honest. Then I'm going to do my billing and then I'll finish order-entry and then I'll start catching up on moving trailers.
Dude, daytime television is crap. A show called "The Drs" is on, and they're singing the praises of non-surgical eyebrow lifts and tummy tucks. I guess I'll be the last fat, saggy woman in the US. I'm okay with this. And I think I'm going to watch the History Channel, instead.
Is it too late to update my resolutions? Because that working out every day thing ain't gonna happen. And I've not taken a picture every day, either, but I'm going to try harder.
I'm so tired. I just want to sleep. Finn woke us up at 2 a.m. needing to go outside, and I don't think I ever really got back to sleep after that. Then, about 6:30, my belly decided to revolt, and thus my day was begun.
This entry doesn't even deserve a title.