Anxiety is so not my friend. I get hit with it every now & then. Have no idea where it comes from or why. All of a sudden...smacked sideways. Boo!
Things are crazy busy right now. Work is nuts, which is good. Feel like I'm running in circles going nowhere, but at least I'm getting somewhere. Ha!
Rolled over my right big toe with a pallet jack. For those of you who don't know what it is...um, let me see if I can explain. A pallet jack is a funky looking thing that lifts pallets off the floor. It's hydraulic. Weighs about 200 pounds (give or take). I didn't break anything, but the whole upper left side of my foot is a beautiful shade of purple. *headdesk* Coordinated I am not.
Went to the laundromat on Monday to do my laundry. As I was waiting for my clothes to dry, this super yummy guy comes over to where I was sitting and starts taking his clothes out of the dryer next to mine. We made eye contact a couple of times. He finally says hi. I say hi back. And then what do I do? I clam up. *headdesk* I am such a dork! Argh! It's called flirting for a reason, doofus. >:( So, here's hoping I see him again and can maybe, kinda, sorta get my flirt on...whatever that is.
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo beyond tired. I have to be over at my brother & SIL's sometime tomorrow to watch the boys overnight. They're going up to Kitchner, Ontario for church. The church I grew up in has branches all over the world. Kitchner or Chicago are the two closest. I'd much rather go to Kitchner, myself.
I finally got my driver's license. Took me long enough. Sadly, I still have Oregon plates. That are expired. Argh! Let me tell you, dealing with the Oregon DMV is a royal pain. I lost the title to my car, so have to get that before I can get my plates. Yes, I should have done this months ago. Honestly, with everything that's been going on since we got back here, I kinda forgot about it. Yes, I'm an idiot. So, every day before I leave my apartment, I say a prayer that police are blinded to my car. Sounds stupid, but y'all? I cannot afford a ticket. I can barely afford to get my title. *headdesk*
My birthday money went to sad stuff like buying groceries. I know!!! But, I got hit with some unexpected bills and had to pay those. So, I promised myself that I would treat myself when I have a little bit of extra fundage.
I need to write. I keep telling myself that. I want something to pitch at next year's Lori Foster Event, but I've hit a wall. It's a wall of my own making, but it's still a wall. Plus I'm editing a book for a friend's husband. It's not easy to edit, work full time and try to write. I need to stop making excuses though. Honestly, it's not that hard. Pfft. Or so I tell myself. *eyeroll*
And that's all. I'm pooped, my foot hurts and I need to go to bed. I've got to clean the apartment tomorrow before I leave, so I'm not scrambling to do it late Sunday night when I get home. Wish me luck!