Son of a bitch, today has been loooooong and unproductive. My regular doctor wanted me to get some bloodwork done to test my choloesterol and whatnot. So I didn't eat anything this morning and went to the lab where they take your blood. Well, first I drove to where I thought the place was and realized it wasn't there and then drove home to MapQuest the fucking place and THEN I drove to the proper location.
Walking into the clinic was like stepping into a carnival. It was chockful of a wide variety of folks and one of the nurses had two flipper-arms. It was an interesting place to sit and people watch. As soon as I was done there, it was time to get LittleBrother from school and then BigBrother. I haven't gotten a damn thing at all done today. I feel like Patti_Cake does in her most recent post. Like it sure would be nice to not have to go anywhere. For the past few weeks I've been feeling like I'm chasing my own tail.
When I came home for a minute this morning (when I was looking up directions to the place that I needed to go) and opened up the bathroom door where Stinky & Tiny dog stay when they're home alone, it looked like someone had been killed in there. Blood smeared all over the floor and walls. It seems that allergy season has descended like a swarm of bees on Stinky dog and she spent her time in seclusion trying to eat her tail. She'll be getting a bath and medication this evening. Poor Stinky.
I totally blew my diet last night by ingesting 6 tequila shots after the sprogs went to bed. That's 900 calories that I didn't need. But I saw this morning that the scale was 2 pounds lighter than it was yesterday morning. Maybe I should just go on the tequila diet?
I better go and get some shit done before I fetch Stinky something to ease her suffering.