all i have to do is make it 6 hours (including transit) and i shall be able to come home and take a nap.
i am losing a grip on the english language. i can't think of simple words for things, which hath resulted in me pointing and grunting. i'm beginning to think that working too much deevolves you back to a caveman(woman). shecaveman?
spent entirely too much money yesterday on things i shouldn't have, cept for a new pair of work shoes, as i seem to have blasted through my old ones. now comes the joyous time frame of braking the evil little suckers in, before that one 30 days of bliss before all the cushioning is gone again.
in other news? it's farfing cold out thar. the first 10 min of my walk to work in 34 degrees sucks something fierce, until i finally warm up enough to not want to implode on myself or slice myself open and curl up inside my entrails.
p.s. in case you're wondering if i'm INSANE, i had meant to make my last post as to post TEN things about you i didn't know, not five.. and then five if you can't think of more.
i'm a dweeb.