In total contrast to yesterday's teariness over what a wonder it is to teach, I'm now in the pits of total stomach churnage and stress balledness (with a little hunger thrown in). Uggg. I can't talk about it, but it was a conversation that made me cry and brought me right on down. I'm now officially a weenie head who doesn't follow her instincts. Where is the tattoo gun? I want that on my forehead.
I'm miserably behind on my blog reading, so if you haven't seen me on yours in a few days, watch the fuck out. I'm coming for you tonight. I also need to add links to my sidebar. The blog horn will be doing some hellish blowin' my friends. You all are feeding my addiction.You are my crack.
Off to work.
Things to be excited about this week:
1) The first meeting of Reference Diva's Salon.
2) A concert on Saturday at a local bar.
P.S. Villagephotos is screwed up, so the happy whore up there will be taking my place today. My dark lady picture will be back up tonight come hell or high water.