glad that's not reality.

i was trying to figure out why i'm having such bizarre dreams tonight.

then i realised, i had pesto sauce for dinner. of course. basil & garlic do it every time.

ode to an arachnid

dear spider who has descended onto my desk from the ceiling above,

you are over 26 hours late, and $13 short.

love,
julie

yadda yadda yadda

i'm glad it's a short week.

i was up from 12:30 til 3am. around 2am, i decided to call out from work in the morning and to take a sick day. i eventually got back to sleep around 3am, but that was after taking a bunch of cold-related meds around 2:00. consequently, when i got up at 6:20am i was operating on autopilot, and it wasn't until i was in the middle of getting ready for work at 6:45 that i realised i'd meant to stay home, and it was now too late to call out. :P oops.

gonna have some citrus chamomile tea with lemon and honey, and then go to bed.

i may be stupidly slow about getting better, but i don't think i'm getting any worse. so that's something.