I wish I could call into work and say "don't feel like it" and call it a day.
Did okay (but closer to horrible than good) on my sightsinging quiz and can make up the one I missed on the last day of school (Monday).
I turn 32 in a little more than a week.
I'm a week late to bleed. (No, pregnancy not possible.)
Addicted to horrid daytime television: Tyra, Dr. Phil, etc.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
Taking a longer haitus from LiverJournal. (in case you hadn't noticed I was already.) I'll return.