So it’s Thursday. I feel like a bag of crap, although I did make it to the gym at 5:30 am –against my better judgement, I felt like I should stay in bed. Once there I could barely make it through my regular cardio workout. Came home and feel weak, tired, headachey, etc. Sigh.
I’m never doing the botox thing ever again. I believe it is actually giving me headaches….not from the poisonous toxins, but from the muscles being f’d up. Plus it just feels weird. And it isn’t like I look really great or anything. Live and learn.
I have a shit load to do today for 2 clients. I’m at half-mast (ya, i used to be a sailor didn’t you know?) but have no choice but to slog forward. I may go get yet another bag of grass seed and put that down while taking a lunch break or something. We’ve hooked up like 35 hoses and are watering like crazy but if there isn’t enough seed…well then. What’s the point? And as Patricia says…all this work, just to make more work mowing it. Uff.
I’m praying my beloved doggies give me a break today…and just nap which is what most dogs do, isn’t it? Auggie just demands attention 24/7 and while he is freaking adorable it can be annoying as shit after, oh, the first 5 minutes. I took him to camp yesterday just to tire him out. It worked, but now he is back at it again.
Will someone please explain to me why I am the only retard on the planet that cannot figure out facebook??? Seriously, my doggy walker added me as a friend and I cannot figure out how to approve it…anywhere. I have tried adding friends from my email account and it looks like it is working but it isn’t…I barely give enough of a shit to even log on there…they are not making it anymore enticing by making it so not intuitive.
Fuck it. I’m going to take a nap and start my day again at 9am.
I admit I have lawn envy sometimes. I see the immaculately groomed lawns of lush green grass with not a single weed or dandelion and I whimper. My lawn is rutty and dug with holes (thanks, Indi!) and is half clover, half grass. I hope yours grows to perfection!
Never been to Facebook or MySpace, so no clue on that one. Find a 13 year old, they’ll guide you through every aspect, sadly enough.
I know it’s not amusing at the time, but I can’t get over the dogs wanting your attention all the time! Indi really is just a lazy pup and sleeps half the day.
Your plan to go back to bed was the most brilliant of all. Take some drugs, have a little caffeine, and feel better.
The only thing I’m sprinkling here is salt on the sidewalk thanks to the sub-zero temps but fuck it, I’m done being depressed about goddamn winter.
Facebook has a learning curve if you are over 20, I think. Quite frankly, it can be more hassle than it’s worth once people start poking you and throwing sheep at you and asking you every day what kind of cat/racecar/supermodel/sex fiend you are. It’s highly annoying. Add me as a friend! LOL!