there are 10 minutes left of friday morning and absolutely nothing has happened! can you believe it? i can’t. i’ve been absolutely convinced that i had offended some god out there and that this week was just going to be shit.
wait, have i spoken too soon? there are now 8 minutes left. something could still happen. i’m knocking on wood!
oh yeah, did i tell you how lovely the rocker is? did i tell you? i had a wonderful talk with him last night, and i feel better. a ton better. maybe that has fixed the bad luck problem. i know it has fixed the bad attitude problem. no more cranky gwen!
now, i think we need to work on a cranky asstrofiend…
Look who’s talking…