I saw a snap of myself early this morning, got the itch to fuckin' vomit. I don't really look that way, do I? At least I don't have to see myself very often. Not a pleasant experience.
Time blurs by. The weekend was short and strange.
Friday night events occurred, sleep didn't. Drifted off around 6:30 Saturday morning. Woke up around ten. Therefore, no work. That made me angry/happy.
Saturday day. Needed a nap. Nope.
Lots of phone time. Cleaning. Laundry. Take lunch to the Gallery. Haircut. Cleaned the truck. More cleaning at home.
Then I passed out for about an hour. Sledgehammer to the brain sleep.
