I went back to work today. After spending a half day here, I can honestly say it's a toss up as to which I would rather have... hives or be at work?
Uff... I really need to get my life in order, but then again... that's sort of a joke.
The universe has a funny way of poo pooíng any plans I make.
I think I need a sign... because right now the universe is telling me I should live under an overpass and pick up a drug habit.
You? Any life plans?