Wednesday, June 1, 2005

I was dead at the time.

"At the time" is now. I've been running around all day like I would if I were a chicken who got decapitated and also stepped on hot coals. Let's see I was at MPT all day doing the intern stuff, running teleprompter, being tired, then I went to work and did menial shit. Now I am home, finally. Hungry as all hell. More tired than the fucking mall. Wait, that made no sense. Wait, yes it did. I'm tired. I need a shower too. I stink.

On top of all this, I've got two people demanding my attention tonight for two different things. Jenna and her wiccan self wants to go to a haunted house, and Lily wants to bowling. It's my own damn fault. I've been so tired lately I stupidly and unknowningly made conflicting plans. Way to go Boz, you're awesome.

I'm in a pickle. It's sticky and unpleasant.

No comments:

Post a Comment