I am so frelling sore all over today that it’s not funny.
the Wookie raced home yesterday to pound the plumber into snail snot, but missed him by about an hour. A good thing, since we couldn’t afford the work AND bail money.
he’s cute when he’s protective.
as it is, today is veg day. Not that I won’t force myself to write, having yet another Great Idea Dream That I Should Write Down, but I’m wearing track pants and not even gonna put a bra on.
oh, the shame of it all.
*falls onto couch in heap*
You Must Be This Tall To Ride This Ride.