monkeymom's Diaryland Diary
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Tired, very very tired.
So the Craft Show of the Damned starts Friday, and everything has to be set up by 9 tomorrow night. I have to sleep during the day, and take Kim to the foot doc at 3:30, and I haven't made price tags yet! (Deep breath, deep breath...)
I was having a meltdown tonight and yelling at Rich, who was playing with his new cell phone, listening to all of the horrible tinny "rings" that it makes, and it was killing me, and he said that I shouldn't do this next year. Well, if I don't make any money this year, I won't do it next year, but if I DO do it next year, I'll be more organized and not let everything go until the last minute. Wow, I can't believe I said that with a straight face.
I'm going to finish sewing up the Aquarius sweater tonight, and when I'm done with that, I'll stuff some catnip mice, and then I'm done. There is a hat that won't get finished, but that's okay. I'm done.
Dear Billy-no-mates,
Please stop calling me at work at 6 a.m. to tell me how much you hate your job. You make twice as much money as I do, and all you do is complain because you have to work for it. Suck it up, dude. Also, could you stop telling me how much porn you watch when you're not at work? Because it's pathetic.
Your friend,
Oozaroo
11:56 p.m. - 2003-11-12
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