thursday bullets
— I am tired this morning
— I must read more tax forms today. Can I just shoot myself now?
(no I won’t really shoot myself, but damn, tax time just fucking blows, ok?)
— my cat snores really loudly, and it distracted me this morning
— I am looking forward to the weekend. Just gotta get through today. Today will be fine, in it’s own right (except for the income tax stuff, but I just need to accept that it is what it is and breathe. And maybe imbibe something alcoholic.)
— North Texas Irish Festival. Yep, that’s my weekend plans. Celtic music, beer, and shopping. Friends and family. So. Excited. That IS a grin you see on my face.
*grin*
