It feels very cozy to be wrapped around my comfort blanket right now, sort of like burrito style. This arrangement also gives support to my boobies as well. I’m debating whether to shower or not…as I am playing hooky today. For me, calling in sick is a way to show I own my time; I delude myself that I don’t work for a living. I live, and work as it happens to be an occasional necessity to pay for bills, and stuff. Besides, I deal with some of my work duties through e-mails and Nextel radio, so technically I work where ever I am (have had critical conversations while sitting on a toilet.).
This weather fits my mood; I am gloomy. Actually, I had a crying fest last night, and now I resemble a frog. Wait! I got an idea just now! I will take long hot shower, eat at a nice bakery (Portos in Glendale), all the carbs I should sensible consume, or least all that people won’t hawk at in shock. Then I will see the Dali exhibition at LACMA. Why not on a weekend? I dislike big crowds.
This weather fits my mood; I am gloomy. Actually, I had a crying fest last night, and now I resemble a frog. Wait! I got an idea just now! I will take long hot shower, eat at a nice bakery (Portos in Glendale), all the carbs I should sensible consume, or least all that people won’t hawk at in shock. Then I will see the Dali exhibition at LACMA. Why not on a weekend? I dislike big crowds.
