today i'm restless. and congested and fatigued. a horrible combination which involves wanting to do things that clearly i'm not capable enough to do. i decided to leave the house under our 'fall' heatwave which is somewhere in the mid 80's and go to church. it proved to be too much as once out of the car i felt my hands tremoring just a little bit. i became perfectly decadent and got a bottle of water at the corner gas station, made it thru the sermon and after a trip to the bathroom i left, as my conversation skills involved making a whimpering noise and a pouty face.
anyway i'm home now, watery eyed, coughing, sniffing and wandering the garden which is about what- 30ft of visual entertainment and i've about had it. and i have to lounge like the ailing flower i am. of course i was laying there in my bra when i hear over the fence, dave, dave- which is my dads name, and luckily i had a shirt to slip on so i could go on over and tell them that he was upstairs... i hope i have more relevant things to say come my interview tomorrow at b------: for the inventory team... possible seasonal hire extrodinare?
(cough.whimper. sigh. close eyes...)
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Nothing like being on the inventory team!
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