My mom licked my arm, and she doesn't think it's very salty. She also licked my sister, herself and Elliot, for comparison. That's what mothers are for; licking you just to let you know that you probably don't have cystic fibrosis.
My work computer is still all matter of FUBAR, so I spent yesterday afternoon filing my taxes. I'm getting a bigger return than expected, and you can trust that I could use the money right now. K (who shall henceforth be known as Donk-Wad), is referring to me as "the nameless one," so I'm thinking I won't be getting any voluntary child support any time soon, and I'll just have to wait for my official judgment to go through. Maybe I can buy one extra fun thing, but I think that mainly I have to work this into my budget for the rest of the year.
I've hated this week. I mean, it's not like the worst week of my life by any means, but (aside from Gabriel's birthday, which was loverly) it's just been one giant Suck of sickness and headaches.
This morning I sat next to this guy on the bus who smelled so strongly of the Mary-Jay-Juana that I'm pretty sure I'm stoned right now. This, despite the fact that my sinuses have suffered a Total System Failure, and I can otherwise smell nothing at all. I'm thinking maybe he was so very very stoned that he was somehow leaking some sort of weed pheromone that I soaked up through my pores?
Donk-Wad is supposedly taking Gabriel this weekend, and it's possible I could rally the troops for Saturday night, but I'm not ready to come home in a baby blanket again, and may, therefore, be taking it easy. By the way writing that sentence was really hard because first I typed troupes instead of troops, and then I went to fix it and was like, hold up there partner, maybe I should rally the troupes instead? Wouldn't that be ideal? Does anyone know of an available troupe? I've been feeling a bit under the weather you see, and could use the pick-me-up.