Second cuppa coffee

I’m surprised I made it this long without needing one.

I don’t usually have a second cup. Because chest pains and, in the case of today, nausea.

Plus a side of gut-quibbles.

BUT I gotta do what I can to seem marginally competent at the teacher interviews, this afternoon. IDK why I bother. They sent out the first semester report card ¾ of the way through the year.

Like WTH.

Then they had the nerve to ask me to fill out a satisfaction survey.

Yeah right. I might get to it sometime in July. Next year.

First cuppa coffee

I’m out of caramel topping so I put in an extra spoon of sugar and an extra half spoon of drinking chocolate.

So fuckin tired I got Mayhem to tie my shoes for me.

I should not be driving today… but I’m gonna have to.

Hey holy shit, I just noticed that David’s countdown web app has some parralax going on. Trippy. Fucking awesome.

It’s official. My filters are off.

FUN.

Fuuuuuuuu…

My brain wouldn’t let me sleep, last night.

It’s 2:30 AM and I give the fuck up. I got so many irons in the fire today…

Getting my brats lined up and off to school. The instant story. The master file. The continuing work on a 50-page Amazon exclusive. Financial shit from an ongoing rats’ nest of red tape that surrounds trying to pay less money to live…

And a P&T thingy this afternoon.

So of fucking COURSE I get the worst ever case of fucking insomnia right before one of the most crowded days of my life.

I swear I’m going to go through the entirety of today apologizing in advance.

Fuck.

I know I’m going to fail at something today and it’s going to suck. Fingers crossed that it’s not very important, in the end.

…sorry in advance, dear readers.

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