oh hai, Blah. I didn't miss you.

yesterday was spent being sick - I had a PT appointment in the morning, after which I should have gone to work. Got to PT, found I didn't have my bus pass, necessitating going back home after PT and THEN going to catch the bus. It's a measure of how many spoons I *didn't* have that by the time I crawled back home the idea of collecting the bus pass (which was sitting right where it should be) and dragging myself back out again was enough to make me want to curl up and cry.

So I called in sick instead, spent four hours half napping in the human cat chair (it's a papasan), dragged myself out to an unsatisfying lunch (due to the service, not the food), made the stupid mistake of thinking I might hit up the clothing store next to the grocery store as I don't have much in the way of summer skirts/tops that qualify as office wear (thereby leaving me with an abiding hatred for clothing designers, cheap ass material, ugly designs, american standards of completely inaccurate body shape, and most of the human race that I had to rub elbows with), and finally to the store to get some milk and stew meat. I ended up writing all of that off under "exercise" to counteract the oreo icecream sandwich that came with lunch.

Spent another few hours half napping in the cat chair, found and watched Sherlock on netflix (omg, guys, GET A ROOM - oh, wait, you have one. Stop pretending to use two bedrooms!) and then made split pea and ham soup from scratch and some little beef pot pies for lunches... which might be suffering from slightly past its ideal date frozen pie crust. It smelled... tangy. Okay after it had cooked - and I ate one for dinner and didn't come to any harm - but the tangy smell is lingering in the kitchen and I don't like it.

I think this is a short week (there's some holiday or other, I don't even know) and oh yeah, I have finals, and mostly I just want MORE SLEEP. x_x