Things at work are not good at all. Something is going on that they're not telling me. Whatever. Just gives me more motivation to get the portfolio out there.
I think Turlach just came home. God I hope not. IF he did, I'll claim exhaustion and go to bed. I just want to be left alone. I don't want visitors. I don't want to listen to him talk about how his abdomen is uncomfortable. Whatever Turl. Preaching to the choir.
Zeus and Hera finally named the baby. Very pretty name :) I'm glad they had a girl!
I'm cranky. I want to do stuff. I want to do laundry. I want to go to the damn store. I want to cook something more than fucking grilled cheese. I want to take pictures. I want to go for a ride. I think I need to talk to the doc about hormones. Days 3 and 4 i'm moody as fuck. This isn't working.
I don't think that was Turlach. The puppy didn't come running!
