So boring I know.
Like, I know when my current fantasy is me laying on the living room floor staring at the ceiling, drinking vodka from the bottle through a bendy straw that I need to chill. Don't worry Heather, we will self-care soon, I promise. Not as soon as we'd like, but that day will come.
Too much social, too much work, too many annoyances <---biggest drain. Katrina is trying to convince me to post about that, and I'm sure I will, but I will sound like a royal cunt. Probably because I am. but trying so hard not to be :(
I'm behind on laundry again. Dang this over time, I really can't seem to manage my time well with it. But like I replied to Becky, we have 250,000 X-rays to inventory. SO MUCH TYPING.