The oneth of the month. A big day on the j-o-b. Not much in the mood. My worst friend that won't leave me alone, (pain), has been particularly clingy this week. Especially after wearing those "tone up" shoes that every athletic shoe company has jumped on the bandwagon and begun making. If you have any kind of back trouble, my advice is: Don't. This is day two of the residual effects. Yesterday, I contemplated jumping, realized I would only hurt myself further, went back inside. That's alot of responsibility for one pair of shoes.
In other news: apartment hunting, taking drugs, making salads and doing my damnedest not to drop them, cutting watermelons and cleaning my messes, loving kitties, working my job, talking to sisters, attempting to take care of my most awesomest grandsons, attempting to fix the problems of the universe, oh--wait, just the problems of my children. Feeling put-out, drugged-out, pained-out, tired, oh so tired, and fed up. Happy Freakin' Friday.