Seems to be my favorite emotion as of the last 5 months. I don't know why. Nor do I particularly care.
It poured like mad today. Poor little Stinky-cat turned into the scrawniest little thing after being caught under a waterfall this morning... Driving Hwy 14 to work could have been classified as a suicide attempt.
My ears wont pop. It feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head if my ears don't get it together.
Been dreaming about a place that doesn't exist yet. It will in time I'm sure, but we don't have enough resources now.
Speaking of dreams, mine have been doing double duty. Been having the same dream twice in one night every night for the past week.
Wants a big ol' steak, garlic mashed potatoes, grilled shrimp, side salad with LOTS of ranch, dinner roll with butter and a Shirley Temple. I miss my Texas Roadhouse.
Goin home.
