Well, that explains it.
Sep. 22nd, 2002 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgIf I read my toliet paper correctly, I'm going to begin my cycle sometime today.
Lovely.
Only weekend day off in a month, and I'm out of commission. Great.
Next weekend, Jim is at work. Likely the one thereafter. And after that.
Sense a pattern? You dear things.
grrrrrrrr....
I also have a refrigerator full of science experiments, a car that could likely spotaneously conceive something foul from all the trash in it, more dirty laundry than Jerry Springer could ever handle, and oh yes, the finances need more than a lick and a promise.
Welcome to my day of rest. Fuck me.
Oh, and I need to go to Sam's Club and get a blood pressure meter. And food.
Without spending all of the rest of the money we have to live on for two weeks.
And the patio sucks.
Meanwhile, Jim sleeps on, oblivious as usual.
Suckapie. Days like this, I wonder why I bother.
Lovely.
Only weekend day off in a month, and I'm out of commission. Great.
Next weekend, Jim is at work. Likely the one thereafter. And after that.
Sense a pattern? You dear things.
grrrrrrrr....
I also have a refrigerator full of science experiments, a car that could likely spotaneously conceive something foul from all the trash in it, more dirty laundry than Jerry Springer could ever handle, and oh yes, the finances need more than a lick and a promise.
Welcome to my day of rest. Fuck me.
Oh, and I need to go to Sam's Club and get a blood pressure meter. And food.
Without spending all of the rest of the money we have to live on for two weeks.
And the patio sucks.
Meanwhile, Jim sleeps on, oblivious as usual.
Suckapie. Days like this, I wonder why I bother.
