What Day Is It?

I’m so tired, I have to look at new blog postings to know what day it is. I’ve been beading and working, and working and beading, and trying to get estimates on the website, business cards/tags, beading (did I already say that?). Finally, at work today we received lap tops to do our work on. Praise the Lord and Lady. Amen. Have ya’ll heard that song, “I’m In Love With a Stripper?” What the fuck? My colleagues have a love for this strange fare and I’m repulsed. Could I have some Metallica over here? If I haven’t answered your e-mail yet (SE7EN), I’m getting there. I swear. If I haven’t visited your blog, I’m getting there. If I comment and it doesn’t show up because I’m an idiot (Crypto), then I was still there. Just three more errands to run, an e-mail to respond to, Nate’s homework, a load of clothes, including Nate’s karate outfit. And beading (did I say that already?) And sleep. Sleep is good.