My unborn twin is trying to gnaw out the back of my head today. He woke me up around 7AM trying to gnaw out my left eye, but I rolled over and he switched locations. This headache thing, for all of you who might be new readers and completely freaked out by my talking about a fictional unborn twin trying to gnaw out of my body....it's just Andi-speak for a headache. This one is snot-induced. I hate allergies.
If I ever had the urge to try escargot, it was squelched yesterday. Some of you may remember, I added two Gold Inca Snails to my aquarium a few months ago. One of them bit it yesterday, and snails are supremely gross when they're dead. They're gross when they're alive, too, but grosser dead. I buried him in the front flower bed, and toasted his too-short life with an imaginary Amaretto sour. Ok, OK, I dumped him under a bush at 10 last night and had a diet Coke. Sue me.
Four days (counting today's deadly 11-8 shift) left at the library. If they don't buy me a going away cake I'm going to buy myself one. Sea cows unite (because that's what I feel like today)!!
HOLY CRAP MY HEAD HURRRRTTTSSSS!