I’ve heard back from no one, and it’s 4:00.
Maybe it’s time for more ibuprofen. Or maybe I should’ve had a nap. I’m in a crummy mood.
Now it’s too late for a nap, and too early for bed.
I was going to get in my car and see if I could drive, yet, but Shane just jumped up and sat in my lap, and now I don’t want to move.
The bottom of my thumb is all black and swollen. I think I need ice, too.
Okay, that’s all I have for now.