Now if I could just remember the lyrics to “Sister Christian.” I can’t sleep. Well, that’s not exactly true. I fell asleep early and now I am awake at 2 a.m. Texted the non-BF to see if he was up: he either (a) is not awake, or (b) doesn’t want to talk about baby goats.
For about six or seven months now, some bitch in my office building has been taking the roll of toilet paper off the rack and reversing the direction the paper falls. Basically, they are putting it on the rack backwards, which makes pulling the sheets off a bit harder. And, for about six or seven
Oh, hell no.
What does that mean???
I’ve been a bit depressed lately because of Mr. Swirly and all, so I thought a little Retail Therapy couldn’t hurt. Tracking was set up to text me during all phases of shipment, so I knew the packages from last Friday were arriving today. I always make sure the Office Mate knows just in case I am out