Yesterday was so lame, it just felt wrong. And not all those things are going to be any less lame today. Just some. I’m still on the devil pills that are making me want to die, and my grampa still doesn’t know what’s going on with his job.
My mom just called me. At 730am. And she called me last night at 1115pm. I answered the call this morning. She wanted to tell me what she wanted for Xmas. She said it like I had to get her something… She hasn’t spoken to me for two months, and it was probably two months before that time two months ago. Wtf? Now you’re calling to tell me what you want for Xmas? And this doesn’t seem shitty? Nice. As an adult, you should never call around telling people what you want for Xmas. That’s just tacky.
And speaking of last night, I finally talked to him. Poor baby needs a hug. It was a nice memory-reliving conversation, though. Jesus, do we have some of those. Good times. AND it’s only 25 days until he’s here. I’m too excited. Really, I need to take a pill.
I have a new employee in 1 - 2 weeks. Fantastic! Now, I just hope I get my vacay days on my next check. Fingers crossed!
I just got the new Killers album. I’m going to listen to it on my way to work.