Wednesday, May 20, 2009

from wall to wall

Ugh, I don't know what. Must be my monthly. Ugh. God I hate how that's an excuse. I'm sensitive. Exhausted. Emotional. My dreams are wack. I was told by a customer that I look like I party. WTF? I am dressed really well today. Hair looks good. Makeup good. Makeup even on is amazing considering how I feel. I need hugs, not drugs.

But I guess it's ok because I've come to work and the (happy) Beatles are all over my Pandora, I've been able to provide everything that's been asked of me (in my job), Husband wants to play Scrabble with me, and I have a really badass free hair appointment today at lunch. So that will cut up the day nicely.

Ugh I just want to crawl into my snail shell. These physical feelings are indescribable.

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