Live people ignore the strange and unusual. I am the strange and unusual.
I have nothing really to say today, even though I know I have a lot on my mind. I probably shouldn’t even post since I don’t feel much like talking. But, I’m obsessive compulsive so I will.
I’ve had an exhausting day of not running around at all. It’s strange to be mentally exhausted when you’ve been inside all day, but sometimes it’s what happens.
Sundays are always so draining. I’ve hated them since I was a little girl. Something about having to go to school the next day never really appealed to me. Then it was work, when I held a “regular” job. Now, now it’s just deeply inborn in my skull to hate Sundays.
I’m watching Beetlejuice. Do you think Alec Baldwin looks back at himself in that movie and is sad that he’s so fat and ugly now? Not that it matters, but really, if you saw Alec Baldwin in Beetlejuice you would think he was hot.
Okay. I’ve got nothing else.