Josh has a cd for me hidden somewhere in our room, and my mind keeps trying to figure out what he got me, . He said it was something I wanted, , but that could be anything from Evanecense to Hannah Montana (hee hee) to Christmas music. So not a helpful hint. I’m being good though, and not trying to look for it. It’s hard resisting the urge though. I think I’m doing okay with it, , but not as good as I should

Speaking of gifts, my mammaw sent us a package through the USPS. I expected it yesterday, so I listened for the door (wasn’t sure if it was USPS or UPS), and heard nothing. I go to check the mail, and guess what’s waiting in the mailbox? A “sorry we missed you” notice from the fucking USPS. The lazy SOB never once knocked on the door. They did the same thing with Josh’s package that I ordered. This package, though, we have to pick up at the post office because it’s insured. I tried to have Josh call his dad and see if he could pick it up for us, but nope, he refused to call O.o WTF? Mark would have no problem saving us a trip. All we would have had to do was give him the code, and he could have gotten it pretty easily. Men suck.

I’m shaky right now. Anemia is so not fun. I get to deal with it for 3 days at least, because I’m HEAVY! The cramps are KILLING me right now and I can’t find my Midol (nothing else works ).

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Mood : drained
Hearing : Invisible - Clay Aiken
TV Plans : Nick Jr.