At this late point in the day, should I even bother having lunch? I’ve had about six Midol, two Tylenol and a Benadryl. Oh, and two Reese’s cups — perhaps that shall tide me till o’late thirty when I get home. 😀
Oh, I did have two cups of coffee — my dumb ass left my travel mug o’java at home, though, before my long journey north today. Whereupon I was stuck between exits 7A and 8B for 25 minutes — freezing my ass off because I can’t turn on the heater in my little Sunfire without the windows steaming up. An auspicious start, to say the least.
Not to mention, I was sort of disoriented a few minutes ago — I absentmindedly took a pocketful of girly products into the restroom, and when I saw what I’d brought in with me, I was the asshole laughing to myself in the corner stall. Because instead of a feminine wipe (it’s important to keep onself tidy and fresh, particularly during times like these), I took in a Shout wipe — you know, the kind that treats stains on your CLOTHES.
At least I caught my mistake BEFORE it was too late.
*closing door and weeping softly*