Ahhh, Screw It

Too much water in my oatmeal. So I bought tuna sandwich, chips, and, yes, a big cookie. It’s been a day. Hasn’t really slowed down.

I might not eat the whole cookie. Or I might. I don’t know, yet. Either way, it’ll be okay.

Dunno what I’m gonna do with the watery oatmeal, though.

D. is sick. Poor kid. I doubt if he’ll be here tomorrow, either.

I knew it must be something like that. He’s a good kid. If he’s out, there’s a good reason.

The front of my tank top is all lopsided. It’s embarrassing. I look uneven.

Need to call the eye doctor. Better do it now. Talk later.