Shitty deal is a major fuck-up the day after your birthday.
You live, you learn.
So, where was I in all this rubbish?
Getting antsy as usual because the sure-fire way to make me anxious and worried is to keep your phone off and inaccessible to... ME. And, there's no other way to get a hold of you.
Those who know me know how much I freak out.
And trust me, I called a billion times. Okay... five, or something, but who's counting?
It was a damn good thing I was ridiculously busy today otherwise I'd be out of my mind and consumed.

That said,
I need to shark... The itch is so amazingly potent to get me off me arse.

Anyway,
TFM Official Launch 9:45AM, Lunch with JY 1PM, breather 3PM, Grammas for cousin's birthday 4PM, Liza's birthday dinner 7PM, smokes with RSGC Clan 10PM, breather12AM, Judge and Bishop comes over 1AM, day finally over 2:30AM. Sleep at 3-ishAM.

If I had a *koff*boyfriend*koff* he'd tell me to get off the farken laptop and do something productive like read a book.

Note to self: tell Bishop bout the 'burping guy'.