That a man might embiggen...his soul!

I'm sorry I'm so slow at replying to comments and entries (I'm reading!!!) - this week flew by and I didn't feel like I was busy but I guess I was? I'm confused too.

I worked through my break every day this week except Thursday, when I was overcome by a profound lethargy and illishness, which continued into Friday, where I spent much of the day trying to appease the stomach gods, and then watching old sci-fi movies with infinityduck.

Today's plan is as follows:

-go to dumb job to do annoying dumb job things
-hopefully not spend time wanting to manually remove own intestines
-return home, retrieve pigs
-trim the nails of pigs
-attempt to bathe pigs
-destroy Olivia's trust in me once again simply by trying to put her in an inch of water
-cleanse the pigloos
-cleanse self
-possibly lie on face for a while

caffeaffogato may contact me at some point, and even if she doesn't, I will find a way to break into her damn house because kleptoneko sent us our CHARLOTTE PLUSHES FROM TAIWANVILLE and I need my Charlotte. She will make my life a bazillion times better immediately I know it.



...I'm gonna see what happens if I eat a scone.