Like that I ended up not going to 12th Night. Or that I have 102 small bouncy balls.
Today I gave Roxie my 4-5 days notice. I dunno if the mountains trip starts on Sat. or Sun. And I told her that I might be late on thurs due to a dr's appt. But I also might not be. So there! [And this means that I will finally get the medicine that would be useful to my poor little head. Read this past winter's entries. If I cared, I'd link it myself. But i don't. Can't you tell?]
I've been cleaning the room. Really. Which really means that I've been making it much much worse. And I've realized how little time I have. Bugger x 3!
Bugger Bugger Bugger!