I think I should be a career Support Volunteer. I rock at it.
4:25. It's only Wednesday, but I'm ready for the week to be over. Luckily, I have Friday off this week, so I only have one more day of this craziness before I settle into other crazinesses. Friday's booked. Padfoot to vet. Me to Castle. Me to doctor. Me to bank. Me to synagogue.
Saturday I thought about going to the beach, which reminds me, I can't. I promised myself I'd go to services, and I don't really want to leave for the beach 12:30 pm anyway, even if I could get the rest of the crew on board. Remind me to tell Bobby.
Tonight I wanted to do something, but I forget what. Oh yeah! My haaaair. I'm going to cut it. It's time. First of all, my theory about hair cuts (which I just remembered and does not influence my decision at all), and second of all it's just too heavy and not flouncy enough. Time for something like