i slept for, oh, say, 18 hours yesterday and today i feel fucking fabulous. i made it to the doctor and i don't have strep and he took some blood to test my thlkadjsflk levels for weird thyroid-ness. just a virus. deal with it.
i came home after the appt and found some brownies so i ate one. all of a sudden, i am stoned off my ever-shrinking ass and then i remember talking to michelle the night before in delirium about how she had made the most fanTAStic pot brownies. whoops. i don't know how i made it, but i drove over to aaron's in a world of strobe-lights and fell asleep. when i awoke, still pretty baked, he had caeser salad, chicken alfredo, and vanilla milkshakes ready and waiting. yum.
today, of course, i had the worst tummy ache ever due to the fact that that's probably the most i've eaten in the past week combined.
i love receiving messages like this:
Jennifer says:
C[laire] is really annoying me today!
Jennifer says:
I know that's mean, but it's true!
haha. i win.
and also: my branch got robbed on tuesday. woo hoo, excitement and debauchery. they have a few people in custody and i think they only got, like, $700 so no biggie. it sucked because i had to stay at work until 8pm even though i hadn't seen anything. yuk. wonder: do i get overtime for that?