Came back... and well, started to get lonely and jealous. Luckily that feeling was eradicated (for the most part) later but it was an interesting night. Also watched I Know Who Killed Me and was therefore up rather late last night.
Today I slept in fairly late, then got up, ate breakfast, watched the end of a Sci Fi movie, and now typing in my blog! Like I said... I really don't have anything to say but I felt like I should write something.
Now I'm heading down into the basement to look for a Halloween costume and set it up for when Alan comes to visit.
"Over the years my ass has taken a pounding" - Jim Carrey just said that in Me, Myself & Irene so I'm going to head down there now.
I wish my puppy was here - gives me a better reason to go outside for a walk. More motivation as well...
**Added later this night**
So I'm back from Culver's... a lovely 6 hours on my feet doing barely anything. Got back with aching feet, stinky, sweaty, smelling like a French fry. And of course, as per my usual luck, what I was looking forward to my whole long terrible night at work was missing when I came home. And still is... an hour and a half later. So, while last night was bad, and now I'm ticked again, but still feel guilty for being so. I mean... who am I to keep people from hanging with their friends? No one important apparently... sigh. I'm getting damn good at feeling sorry for myself thing. And I hate it. What the fuck bucket