But there are a thousand and one things to do. Maybe not that many, but I did enter a dozen into our iCal to remind us. To do #15: find some stinking sheep to count or something.
We will probably move our stuff on Saturday. We have no set plans for Bradie that day, so if you think of her, pray. Maybe pray for me as well. Tomorrow I have my Nursing Asst. final, in a week I have my clinical, somehow before I must produce two TB free documents to my school before aforementioned clinical . On Saturday I am also attending a wedding in Gig Harbor. I have no shoes to wear (ladies, you know) There's also an OB appointment somewhere in the mix...oy vay!
I just realized that was a pathetic sort of blues song of the privileged. Therapeutic nonetheless to write it all down.
ETA: I think if Brad keeps writing funny blogs, I just might make it through. Check it here