I have PMS, three contest entries I MUST judge this week, a possible busted blood vessel in my leg (going to dr tomorrow), a house to clean before the freaking babysitter comes tomorrow, so she doesn’t think I’m a total freak, PMS (need I say more?), meeting plans Wed. afternoon which I’m sort of dreading, then Thursday night w/the agent, and a parental (mine) I could barely get to babysit for me (but he wants the first published copy of my book? I don’t fuckin’ think so).
School starts in three weeks–the good news is I can stop paying daycare the bad news is I haven’t even started shopping for school clothes, supplies, shoes (shoes alone will run around 80 bucks =()
And, drumroll please, I have a pin-sized hole in my last contact. Trust me, my script is so odd, even if I COULD afford to go the eye doctor, it’d take days to get new contacts (or glasses) in. Glasses? Yeah, you could call them that but they’re in terrible shape.
Did I mention I had PMS?
One more hour to whine..I mean wine.