I am in a super strange mood, as I often be when the migraine (atypical) is pending (which it can do for weeks and then go back into its hole). I shall make no decisions heavier than what to order for dinner (Mike’s treat) for the next 24 hours, and somebody please shoot me if I start making meeping noises about how nobody loves me, cause it just ain’t true. Also, I’m doing laundry, because no matter what I do I get food on mah clothes.
Bwa ha ha, mistook Mike’s voice for Keith’s on the phone today. I blame my brain chemistry.
I made word count yesterday (500 words a day is the recommended minimum) but continue, even after cleaning it with serious thoroughness to rassle with the cpap.
Wrigley!!!! omg Chipper you are the best. I wish you could have heard me scream when I read that, you would have laughed your ass off.
Sometimes the cops have to use deadly force.
But sometimes it really seems like they don’t.
Back to naming babies. Michel is NOT THE PERSON FOR THIS JOB. Which is why he volunteered for it. And of course he has ulterior motives, which add up to “The sooner the babies are born the sooner I can go back to making time with Kima hurrr durrr.”
Paul is supposed to collect me mid-afternoon to go walkies. I am having trouble even making 2 k, but I suspect if I stick to someplace flat I’ll be fine.