It didn’t occur to me how intensely private a person I am until I was faced with putting up four of my friends in my room.
Self-Esteem Boost: Hot guys with good beards flirting with me on Tinder.
Today, I learned that I can still function will only 1.5 hours of sleep.
I got a new mattress (one that doesn’t have springs popping out, and can fit multiple bodies), and prescription sunglasses. I’m moving up in the world, guys.
I’m Still Alive
I’m going away for the weekend, work has been slower than molasses, and someone called me “doll” for the first time in a really long time which triggered a couple flashbacks. It’s been an interesting day.
Baby’s getting a new mattress, and she’s fretting over finding a set of sheets she likes.
My father’s wedding is this Saturday (I was shocked when I actually got the invitation last week. I was not shocked, however, that I only had three days to RSVP because my father is nothing if not irresponsible). Needless to say, I’m not going.
Instead, I’m spending the day with people I love dearly, so kimmyspetals and TBO are taking me out, and then we’re having a fire with the rest of my little patchwork family.
I honestly can’t think of a better way to spend the day, really.