"my dog's dyin' and I caint make biscuits no more".
Sort of funny, but also sort of true.
And then it will be Monday. I can't even explain to you the sick feeling I get to even think about going to this job. I know I should be thankful and all that but this... well... like I said, i can't even explain. And there's just so much else goin' on that I dare not even blog about - and sometimes just knowin' stuff is wrong and that there's nothin' much you can say or do about it can make a girl crazy.