Wednesdays were not supposed to feel like bloody mondays. there was already a monday this week.
anyone else having day that feels like its been decorated with an overgenerous dollop of elephant poop?
suddenly, crawling into bed and not getting up till next thursday seems like a marvellous idea.
i know i'm speaking in sentences that don't quite connect but hello, watch me care.
at least when i got home pooped and pissed (har har har) i had a nice surprise waiting for me.
my package from eBay hath arriveth.
*hugs package that has been badly ripped in the mail and shoots the biggest smile i could muster, back at God*