Moody Meow

My mood has risen from shite to a higher elevation with the arrival of a chocolate milkshake. My director ran to McDonald’s and brought me dessert. I love milkshakes. And I love the fact that one of my bosses bought one for me!

The bed is smooshy and so very comfy. I usually fall alseep on my side (this mah-new-vah is commonly referred to by my husband as the “burrito.” tuck the blanket under your chin, and roll!) and most of the time my hips felt like they were out of line with the rest of me. And it get smooshier the longer you lay on it. Body heat warms up the memory foam and makes it more pliable. I love the bed. I look forward to a nap today. (Thanks Julie for watching the casa!)

There’s nothing wrong with the demon dryer. The outlet is bad. Over 100 bucks for the guy to tell us our shite was okay. I wonder if I can get the landlord to pay for that ?

I couldn’t focus last night in Baroque class. Instead I stared at my computer, barely taking notes. Sometimes I just get that tired. But my group and I did manage to squeeze a B+ out of our professor for the group presentation. I could rant about my dissatisfaction with that class, but it wouldn’t be worth the time.

So, plans for the weekend are as follows:
homework
cooking on the grill (D wants a beef hamburger…ugh!)
Playing Ratchet Destruction
homework
sleeping
really taking time to enjoy the weekend
no drinking (although I always say that and we always drink…so much beer still in the fridge!)
Watching Star Wars WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And I have to make a few phone calls.
But now I’m going back to my milkshake, and you can’t stop me.