I stink. No, seriously. I stink. I really should shower. But what's the use when Starbuck is just going to spit up on me five minutes after I shower. I really should wash my hair. But I'm getting it whacked today, and Sue Ann will wash it for me. And I'm not really getting it whacked. Just cut off a little, so Starbuck doesn't spit up in my hair, or so that my hair doesn't rest in SB's spitup on my shoulders.
I feel stressed inside. I can't figure out why. I'm regular on my zoloft. I'm exercising. I'm getting 6-7 hours of sleep a night. I'm staying hydrated. Yet I'm still stressed inside.
I think I'm going to write a meaninful entry soon. I just have to finish sorting it out in my head.
I might go shower now. Sarah Cool might appreciate it, since I'm meeting her later on today.... :):)
Life is good, my dear friends! So very good!