I am here early and everything is neatly copied, straightened, tidied.  I have exactly eight minutes to do the same with my mind.

I just had a breakfast of Ibuprofen and dayquil and vitamin D and antibiotics.  I grabbed an opened yesterday diet pepsi and washed it down.   Then I remembered that it isn't good to take medicine on an empty stomach.  I have a stale twizzler in my secret drawer.  It is going to be a good day.

I don't know what is wrong with me today, last night is carrying over.  I'm starving for normal human interaction.  Sometimes I think I play parts everywhere I am and I would just like to get back to someone who wants me to be me.

I am very dramatic.

On the flip side, I'm having a great hair day and I'm wearing a dress that makes me feel like a woman.  It's Sexy Thursday.  Abbie and I made a pact to look nice and shave our legs once a week.   It is one of the best pacts I have made.