I can't keep going like this...I really can't. Yesterday was slower than slow, boring, and depressing, really.
Today has been NON-STOP, constant, e-mails, letters, driving to pick up things, grabbing lunch, head blowing off the top of my shoulders, AUGH!!!!
AND a rock hit my windshield on my way back from the northland and gave me my very first chip in the darned thing. I didn't even have ONE chip in my windshield on my last car that I had for 10 years. And I've had this one for 4 now, and of course since I'm preparing to possibly sell it and move on to something more affordable, this has to happen. Perfect.
My head is literally spinning, is my point.
I wanted to post some commentary about the dress that won for Vincent last night on project Runway, and the pictures won't download, so forget it. Suffice it to say, I can't believe that piece of shit dress, that looked like half of it was about to fly OFF of the woman's body, won. It was proof to me that the show is rigged and fucked up.
Oh, and Michael Kors is a clone, apparently. Is it weird that his mother seems more masculine than he does? I mean, really...it's like they switched gender roles at some point in their lives. Creepy.
I thought Uli should've won, dammit.
And now I must leave. Thank goodness. Tomorrow's Friday. Good GOD I need it to be Friday.