Sarah's Horrible Rotten No Good Very Bad Day

So I stayed home from work today because I'm so exhausted that I'm shakey and headachey and ill and achey and generally crappy. Bosslady #2 called and was all mad at me because of scheduled time and deadlines and whatnot. I am so furious. I'm sorry I haven't kept her up to date on the fact that I'm not getting enough sleep and haven't since Gail went back in the hospital, but I'm not fucking faking this.

Sleep was ruined not only by her call, but by Gail showing up in my dreams. Thanks a bunch, subconcious.

I still feel like shit, even though I slept three extra hours. Now it is time to clean up, eat something and go into work. Bonus points if I'm pleasant.

Yeah right.

Talking About W.A.M!

Sarah: wow i'm all foul-mooded
Holly: how'd that happen
Sarah: eh, i haven't been in a good mood
Sarah: but i think women's music festivals make me cranky

I am a snide mother-fucker

At least according to Holly. Something about my response to her last post.

It's been six amazing months, and I don't know where I'd be without her. I can't wait to (hopefully) go see her (and meet gonkey) in April, and to move out there in May. There's not much more to say, simply because if I do, I'll never stop.

Thank you.