I don’t know what to type.
I just know I feel like typing. I’m also afraid that whatever I want to type out will come out wrong…so I’m just going to type whatever I feel is safe.
I’ve not touched Photoshop in a year. The parental units gave me a task to do something there. I spent my entire afternoon doing it.
Only to find that it’s not what the parental units want. And did you know my afternoons are reserved for sleeping ONLY?
If I don’t have my afternoon nap, I won’t be able to stay up to mark. If I don’t stay up to mark, I’ll have to do it tomorrow morning.
I don’t want to do it tomorrow morning. I have plans.
I pray to God that my books don’t compete with the height of the Himalayas tonight. It seems likely that they will…Thursdays are always a pain in the ass.
The parental units also want me to finish whatever it is I’m assigned to do by today, so they may proceed with whatever they want to do with my work tomorrow.
Huh…People need to start trusting me when I say I’m busy.
