I saw a man riding a horse, on my way back to work. I don't think he has a proper farm, or really does anything with them, I think he just has horses. When I grow up I'm going to have a house on a lake. And I'll have horses and chinchillas and prarie dogs and regular dogs and cats and cows and totoros and goats and llamas. I'll be a regular old-spinster-cat-lady, but with broader vision.
Why am I in a job that keeps me inside all day? I hate being inside all day.
My driver's side window is stuck; it has slipped off the track. It only goes down two or three inches. This happened maybe two months ago, but Keritha=lazy. I haven't been in a drive-thru since. One time it worked again, and I proclaimed, "Ah-HA! See? If you ignore a problem, it WILL go away!" But then it slipped off again. It worked for ten minutes on my birthday, too. I have to make sure to get it fixed this weekend (hopefully I will be able to do it myself; Culann has a door-opening tool) because I need fresh air in my face when it's so nice out.
Mitch and I were going to take a break from smoking. Which means we need to run out, because if it's there in my freezer, we think about it. He was talking June, but then I said no, I want it in spring, and then I said hold on, we should have some for April 20th. But today I say let's place a freaking order. Springtime makes me want to drive around getting lost with a joint. Taking drugs at night is fun but taking drugs during the day, outside -- that's what they're for, I think. Not that I need them to enjoy anything, because I sure as fuck don't. When the sky is bright and the breeze is cool and I take a deep breath and I look around, my chest explodes with happiness.
And then I go back in to work.