I’ve come to this screen, like, a kajillion times already. I just have no inspiration today. Nothing has ired me, nothing has moved me. Really, I’m just so done, it’s ridiculous.
I passed on Book Club last night, which sucked BIG OLE DONKEY BALLS, but as I realized I was fixing to pass out while bathing that chile o’ mine, I was glad I was at least going to pass out on MY kitchen floor, and not Caroline’s. Cause Lord knows I’d probably lose any control over bodily functions.
I really thought that I was better yesterday. It was foolishness, pure and simple. I worked till 4:30, made it home by 5:20. Thought I was good to go for a well-deserved meal of a baked potato and salad, courtesy of my friendly Steak-Out.
Oh, Sarah, how your bowels deceive you!
I didn’t even make it through the potato. Continue Reading →