The wake up part actually proved to be very challenging...
I had to wake up at NOON, by my own force because tomorrow I have to be downtown at 3pm.
(I got out of bed at 2, for the record.)
Which sounds fucking stupid to 90% of you.
But-- the other day I thought I would wake up at eleven,
and I ended up sleeping in till 4!
I am a zombie, by the way.
So anyway, I'm really afraid of over sleeping for this appointment because then maybe they won't take me as a volunteer at the children's museum&and all this terrible stuff will happen, and maybe I'm so tired I look stoned (,happens to me all the time! People think i'm stoned all the time..).
So anwyho, I had to down Nyquil (after sleeping tea) at 5am,
That was cool.
I'm not sick i'm just sick.
So after grocery shopping there was a fucking abundance of food.
Like a plethora of snacks, which after you've gone shopping you're really like,
"We still don't really have food."
And cramming the food in there was frustrating,
but in the end like a work of art.
(This makes me think of an article I read about what's in Prince's fridge)
...and so, there it is.
I am amazing.
If you're wondering what all those plastic bags are; they're 50 chicken patties.
If you're wondering what someone does with fifty chicken patties,
so am I.