Save muh Jesus
I feel like the spirit of Death itself today. I wish I could just pass on, and be done with it. The only thing that got me into work this morning was knowing that I could take a nap at lunchtime.
The holiday weekend wiped me out. You would think that would be a good thing, but it really wasn’t. While Friday night at L’End Up was fun from what I can remember, I called not one, not two, but three people to ask if they wanted to come with, and they could not (you know who you are!). The rest of the weekend was spent doing illegal things, tending to the painfully needy Sugar, and watching this awesome indie movie called "Clean". (Ironic, yes.)
What exactly does the term "hot mess" mean? Hot, but not? A sloppy hottie? I’m lost.
I miss playing Head Up, 7 Up.
