im finishing up a quesadilla. must take quilt over to the laundromat for dropoff. rush to a dr's appointment. rush to work. this will be my second to last sunday. i am going to request that i no longer work on weekends. im a college graduate with a real job. i shouldnt have to give up one of 2 days of freedom. im feeling very vehement about this.
a dog is barking, somewhere in the building. strange, since we're not really supposed to have dogs, and this one sound big with a low rough bark.
nothing bad has happened yet, but i still feel restless and very spontaneous. my room is chilly. i need to get a move on if i am to make my appointment decently on time.
my deoderant smells like cherry froot loops. how strange is that?
