A Working Lass

( Sorry. It's long. )

Jay Sherman sez...

• I stink. I'm speaking literally here. I feel like I have this low-grade stench that follows me. Maybe that's more of my crazy talk, maybe not. Part of me thinks its a stress thing. The eye-twitch that I thought I left behind in Radioshack seems to have made a reappearance. My mother, on entering the house, also told me I was limping. Maybe that's her way of saying I must be tired; this announcement came after I told her I was working tomorrow too. Ways to correct the above: wash clothing after bathing (check) to placate insane smell notion, sleep more, and avoid my mother.
  
  
• Mom also told me they (bros, I suppose) were heading to the outlets tomorrow. I need some new clothes, she tells me. Right. Where is the money for this coming from? I do appreciate the concern, though. I do need new clothes. I always need new clothes. I hate clothing shopping.
  
  
• I think I mislaid my NIN shirt. I'm disappointed. I really wanted to wear it tomorrow.
  
  
• Have I mentioned that I really need to do something about the mop on my head? It's bordering on national disaster here.
  
  
• My handwriting's really sloppy, as gorzo can no doubt attest. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep that notetaking job. Crap. And I keep on forgetting to call the kids I'm supposed to be assisting. Note to self = call them tomorrow. Note to friends = please remind me! Text message if you don't want to, you know, call me.
  Note to self = damn I'm pathetic.
  
  
• I do wish the cold sore on the corner of my mouth would stop cracking and bleeding a river. It's really unsettling and makes a bad impression when you're lapping up blood from around your mouth with one and and holding out the other hand to be shaken.
  
  
• I've been slacking terribly in my RPGs. And in my replies. I apologize. Things have been...full-speed lately. I'll kow-tow if y'all want. Honest.
  
  
• Note to self = remind self that self sucks.