I woke up this morning and decided to take the day off, because fuck Monday that’s why.
After dropping Jackson off at school, I took a 15 minute nap, and then went for a two mile run. It sucked. It was way too humid. I felt like I was breathing water. My original plan was at least 5k. Oh well. It still counts as run #1 of 3 for the week.
My oncologist’s assistant called to reschedule our appointment to next week. *oh darn*
I updated my blog theme. It’s cute.
I finished a book. Help For The Haunted (#40). I liked it.
I started The Tender Bar (#41), which was sent to me by the lovely karaisafourletterword.
Did some online shopping. I’m in the market for a cute new hat. Also, I want this dress from Modcloth.
Went to the grocery store without make-up or a bra. It was liberating.
Picked up my kiddo.
Made a real dinner (mmm.. tacos) and drank a Contact HIgh.
I made an appointment for next Tuesday with a tattoo artist downtown. It’s time to get moving on my breast tattoos. So excited!
Fell asleep on the couch while watching a show with Jackson.
Now I’m eating some Starbursts that I bought today, which are super stale (very hard) and I’m pissed as fuck. Way to ruin my dessert, Starbursts.
I’m in bed already. It’s not even nine. Zero fucks. My body is weary.
I’m ready to take on Tuesday. I suppose I should go to the office, huh?
