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so that's a thing
Apr. 10th, 2015 10:00 amI got to work at quarter to seven this morning. I decided this entitled me to go get a fancy coffee a couple hours later. I decided to get the special. The special this month is Lavender Mocha. It's...weird. Will not buy again.
I'm leaving work at 3:30-ish today. I get to go get the final bit of my peacock tattoo colored in. I should be thrilled, but I'm just exhausted.
I only have one customer call today. This is good, as my customer service politeness reserves are dangerously low.
My eyelid is still twitching. Balls.
I organized some of my sewing table last night. I moved some patterns around and pinned together some quilt squares that were taking up space. I also had to get out the dustbuster to clean up the flying fuzz from the fabric. Ick.
Still conflicted about the workshop tomorrow. Only bit of conflicted about the show is whether I should wear a fluffy petticoat under my dress or not. I'm leaning toward not, since the seats and aisles are not that big.
Kids are still cute. Kids are still trouble. Kids are about to be sold to the gypsys. Kids don't understand why Momma is sad and grumpy and not a fan of being screamed at.
And my mouth still tastes like flowers and coffee. This is not good. Bleah.
I'm leaving work at 3:30-ish today. I get to go get the final bit of my peacock tattoo colored in. I should be thrilled, but I'm just exhausted.
I only have one customer call today. This is good, as my customer service politeness reserves are dangerously low.
My eyelid is still twitching. Balls.
I organized some of my sewing table last night. I moved some patterns around and pinned together some quilt squares that were taking up space. I also had to get out the dustbuster to clean up the flying fuzz from the fabric. Ick.
Still conflicted about the workshop tomorrow. Only bit of conflicted about the show is whether I should wear a fluffy petticoat under my dress or not. I'm leaning toward not, since the seats and aisles are not that big.
Kids are still cute. Kids are still trouble. Kids are about to be sold to the gypsys. Kids don't understand why Momma is sad and grumpy and not a fan of being screamed at.
And my mouth still tastes like flowers and coffee. This is not good. Bleah.
