I need a cave to crawl in

[jessicagallagher]

Originally published at constant-casualty.net. You can comment here or there.

Simon will not be pleased with me when he finds out that I came home from work early again today.

To be fair, on the drive there, I could barely keep my eyes open.  When I finally reached work, I was already wheezing, and hacking.  Then one of my co-workers started spraying infected plants with this chemical that smells like an army of old ladies getting a perm… And I just couldn’t deal.  I don’t think she was too thrilled that I was leaving early, but at this point I’ve gotten beyond caring.  Part of me wishes they would just fire me so I wouldn’t have to wonder about quitting all the time.  But, then again, I’d be jobless and that wouldn’t be much better, would it?

My plan was to drive home, crawl into bed and sleep until I had to leave to pick Simon up for 6:30.  Did that happen?  Oh, you know me too well.  I ended up spending half the time on the computer, and half the time designing a little anniversary card for my brother and sister-in-law.  It’s not nearly as professional and awesome as her things, but I’m sure she will appreciate the craftiness, nonetheless.  After that I sat here, mindlessly refreshing Flickr, Twitter, DeviantArt, Tumblr and Livejournal (linkwhoremuch?)… I have no idea why, because there are only so many updates one can get within five minute periods, and - let’s be honest - I don’t exactly have loads of friends.

I attempted to open up Photoshop and create a new header image for the layout that I was conceiving last night while falling asleep, but soon realized that I had forgotten pretty much everything I had come up with… so it was pretty much a pointless project.  I’m debating whether or not I should try and sketch out what I want the layout to look like, so I may be able to focus a little better when I sit in front of this blasted machine.  I grow tired of things so easily.

Wah, wah, wah.  Boy, if Simon thought I was Mrs. Grumpy Pants last night, he’ll be thrilled to experience my attitude tonight.  I have no idea what’s wrong with me.  Maybe I’m just annoyed with being sick and want to just feel normal for once (HAyeahright).

I promise you all that the next time I update this damn thing, I will not be pissing and moaning.  If I do, I am giving you permission to whack me over the head with blunt objects.  Promise.