Got locked out of the house last night, having given my key to Matt and Nicki while they were here. Spent an hour in the Forester trying to sketch or write or anything. Didn't have CDs with me, so I was forced to listen to the radio, and The Outhouse Was OUT OF TOILETPAPER. Argh. Fortunately, there was a stash in the car.
Was grumpy when Jake finally got home, and hungry. And wanting to be in bed some time ago. AND I missed the Gangly Moose playing music.
Slept poorly, woke with a headache, and my left arm is simply Killing me. I don't know what I did to it, but it hurts to lift anything, including just my hand.
Whine whine whine.
Did get some orders out yesterday, which was nice. Do have more to get out still, though. Probably won't happen before tomorrow, as we are being social again tonight. (That's like 3 out of the last 4 nights! A record for me, probably)
I have Thursday as my day off for the week and Friday is a paid holiday. WOot.
At least it's a short week!