dammit, i did not factor walking the dog into my things to do today. argh.
i’ve run out of paint. there’s a small chance there’s more in the garage. i’m not looking to find out. i’m going to go paint something else a different color, and then i’m going to walk the dog, argh, argh, dammit, argh, and write and make dinner although i may just say screw that and go with leftovers, and make jam.
and i just took my contacts out and my eyes are exhausted. i’d sleep, if i could reach the bed, but it’s surrounded and covered by Crap. probably just as well.
argh.