Rawr.

Boo to this morning. I woke up late in the middle of a nightmare, and in my pursuit of my lower-heeled dance shoes, managed to completely dump my trinket table on my own head. My room looks like a small bomb went off inside it, and I had to leave it as-is to avoid being late to work. I will be out very late tonight and will likely be exhausted when I come home, but I won't be able to sleep until I fix it, the silly Virgo that I am. Oh, and I got a summons to jury duty. Joy.

And I bought a Peppermint Patty last night that I was looking forward to eating after lunch, and it wasn't until I was on the train that I realized that I'd left it on the kitchen table. Woe! Tragedy!

Tomorrow night, I want a solid hour-long soak before I contemplate going anywhere or doing anything that requires rubbing braincells together. I think I might need to just take care of myself this weekend. Silence and crumpets and the whole bit. I'm gonna borrow Abby's terminology on this one-- I are zombie t-rex, rawr.

On the positive, Dixie is home. She brought me a Hawaiian soap and also a cowrie shell necklace where I feel "particularly vaginal." Oh, Dixie. I also had a fun time last night making breakfast for dinner, and watching no-brainer tv in good company. I smell fabulous--- Hungry Ghost Moon + Sudha Segara = tangy, clean, and positively addictive.

But overall? Rawr.