So tired. I pulled two all-nighters in a row on a site for Rob’s boss, woke up at 6pm, clipped the bearded dragon’s claws so now I’m covered in painful irritating scratches, and burned myself while cooking. Then I discovered one of the sponges Rob uses trying to create its own ecosystem with an ungodly amount of mold. I called Rob up and asked him to bring home some sleeping pills, so I can get my schedule straight again.
Scott’s sister is having her wedding today, so I’ve convinced myself that having a bad day is cosmic balance for them having a (hopefully) great day. I’ll take anything life throws at me today. Well, almost anything.
Besides, one has to look at these things like the glass is half-full. I’ve made a great site, won’t get scratched by the beardie for a while, and have made myself some yummy spaghetti. There’s nothing positive about that sponge though. The best I can think of is that it becomes home to a new micro-civilization, but then you have to remember that I’ve just gone and thrown it out, possibly making me a criminal of mundicide, ecocide, populicide, you name it. …But at least I have spaghetti.