otherwise known as, me.
I’m starving and exhausted. I’ve eaten and slept, and yet all I want is cereal and sleep. An example or the exhaustion, I was supposed to go get my blood drawn at 10am. My alarm was set for 7am. I got up at 9am. I got work at 10:30am. I literally just remembered the order for blood. That is sooo unlike me.
Last night I had to take the puggins to the vet. Apparently, the thing I thought was a hot spot and G thought was mange (he’s way more of a pessimist than I am) was an allergic reaction to fleas. Even though the vet couldn’t find a flea on her. And the other two animals aren’t itchy.
Did I mention being tired and hungry?
Last but not least, what you’ve all been waiting for: that whore Fertility Friend is now up to 61%.