Jon and I have turned Marley into a cake addict. We're now taking donations so we can afford to send her to rehab.
So, I don't feel so much like I got run over by a horse today. That's positive. I do think I am fighting something off, however, since I slept about a million hours or something. Maybe I am exaggerating. But I went to bed around 10:30ish, woke around 1:40ish am, fell back to sleep around 3ish am, and then slept until around 11ish am. That seems like a lot of sleep to me. I am in transition, trying to get my schedule on a better track. I was starting to make myself sick with my wonky sleep schedule and lack of food, except for junk food. But I had a pop tart for breakfast. It might sound like junk, and it is junk, but it's better than not eating anything until Jon gets home from work. And I feel a lot better too. Not so dizzy. I have no idea why I fall into that pattern. It's just too easy.
So, I need something to do. A job. Or go back to school. I hate not having something to do, I fall into depression. If you haven't gleaned from my posts, I am no longer employed by Hospice. That is a long, stupid tale. One that involves a lawyer, so I am not going to get in-depth into it just yet.
I like vanilla chai deodorant. It is awesome. I hate the keyboard/mouse on the computer I am using. It is making me certain that I do not want a Dell laptop. I love my Toshiba.