woke up (finally) after smashing my snooze every 9 minutes for over an hour.
showered, shaved, shat.
dressed and applied make-up - just enough to look normal; not enough to cover shiny forehead or under-eye baggage, but seriously, who am i trying to pick up at work?
heard weird sound coming from hall.
discovered it was enzo hacking up a hairball.
cleaned-up said hairball from front door mat (at least it wasn't on the bed)
realized i better hurry my ass up before i am late for work.
sauntered down to ferry dock to await little tugboat of fun.
ferried across the creek to granville island.
walked to work listening to philosopher kings.
arrived at work the same time as the director of my department.
worked, surfed, worked, filed, worked, surfed, worked.
stopped sorting and filing to write this.
here is my prediction for the remainder of my day:
walk with a bestie around yaletown.
attend chiro appointment (which i am not entirely convinced is doing anything)
trudge to shoppers drug mart.
attempt to buy more than i can carry.
drop something on my way home.
crash on couch, whining to ry about how hungry i am. (hoping he has made dinner)
order pizza.
gorge on said pizza.
watch tv til bedtime.
sleep.
repeat.
Your Guide to a Stress-Free Property Cleanout
2 weeks ago

2 comments:
Pizza might have to be my dinner now because I read this.
I always buy more than I can carry.
It blows.
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