This week can fuck off so hard. Monday, the alarm didn't go off. No, Odysseus and I didn't have class, but the kids still had school...and they were being good, and didn't wake us up until ten 'til eight. They're late if they arrive after 8:05, and we managed to somehow get them there by ten after. That can fuck off.
I got sick that night with a mild gastric virus that made me run a
fever, and feel like I'd eaten glass...and caused bloating and pain from
that...Monday night. I'm only just now getting over it.
Third, my CD player in the bedroom quit working.
And last, but not least, I think I'm coming down with a cold.
I am so ready for this week to be over...