Friday: Had no desire to dress up due to dressing up the day before for work. Not in a festive mood. Missed my kids. Stayed in and went to bed early.
Saturday: Went to Barbara, my homeopath, and admitted to having an unhealthy week prior, took a nap, took the rent to our landlord with Joe. Surprise to me: he lives in Scripps Ranch. I didn’t even know to be worried about him during the fires. Thankfully, his house escaped major damage unlike four other people down the street from him who lost everything. Went to the opening at The Grove in South Park. Maybe someday my own book will be in there.
Sunday: got my car detailed for the first time ever. And I mean ever. The evening ended in vomit. And I mean vomit. Joe cleaned up after me. It must be true love.
Monday: Slept until 2ish. Toilet overflowed. And I mean OVERFLOWED. Showered and felt a bit better. Took the 14 towels it took to clean up the floor to the laundry mat where I witnessed:
1 small dog on a leash.
2 street walkers wearing not much more than spiked black boots get taken in by the cops.
3 crying babies.
4 couples, 2 gay, 2 straight, all showing their mate love.
12 roses fall to the floor along with a blue vase that shattered to a million pieces.
I’m home now and tired.
Tomorrow I’m going to feel better.
Tomorrow I’m going to kick ass.
Tomorrow my week starts for reals.
quick recap for the kids:
when you grow up and dress yourself in the morning, please understand that a shredded black t-shirt, black thong underwear and 5 inch spike heals does not an outfit make, missed you halloween night, wished i could have seen you in your costumes, you will NOT believe what my car looks like, i’m not sick anymore and sometimes, even when you are as old as me, you still need someone else to take care of you when you get sick.