Just one of dem days…a jiggaboo goes through
My body is waging war on me. Or I’m coming down with a cold. Or they’re pumping sleeping gas through the vents of my poorly ventilated office. Take your pick.
Whatever it is, I’m tired and worn down before my time. And I’ve already popped about three Vivarins for the day. Keee-rist.
In questionably better news, my black ass just bought the “Wicked” tickets today! I got the Fed Ex confirmation, and they should be here by Friday. Now let’s just hope this third party vendor doesn’t royally fuck me over.
I actually had a dream the other night that Mr. Alterhausen and I were at the theater watching it, but all the chairs and rows were movable, like the inside of giant clock or something.
