My brain is mush. I’m so tired that it’s poured out of my ears. My grey matter is lying in a puddle next to my feet, and I just want to go back to bed. ::sigh:: But, I’m at work. Again. I have no earthly clue why I’m so tired. I think I was dreaming about roller skating or something last night. I woke up this morning at 7:30am. I’m going to help John unpack tonight.
On the good side, Saturday is my birthday! I’ll be 24. Dad’s new wife Sue remembered and sent me a card! I was shocked. She even decorated it with pretty stickers! She sent me $20, which I plan on spending in the 30%off Books-A-Million Closing sale. Yay for cheaper books! I already know they’re all out of Chobits though, because I stopped by last night. I think I’ll get some Mars instead. I have 1, 2, and 3 of Chobits, but I need 4, 5, 6, and 7. I have 1, 2, and 3 of Mars, but I need 4-13 still.
I also just missed 2 calls from Megan, which makes me sad. I have her #, but I can’t call her back because my cell phone bill would be $400 or something else insane. Sprint would demand my soul as payment. But, I don’t want to call her back anyway. I want her back here. I want my sister back! She says she sent me things for my birthday from some tropical island thousands of miles away, but I haven’t seen anything yet. Mom sent me something too, but it has yet to arrive as well. I want some ice cream, but I don’t have any here at work. I want ice cream in bed, right before a nice nap. All cold in my tummy and warm in my bed.
Pardon the extensive rambling of subject matter, and please disregard the spelling errors in the above post. I’m shleepy.
