I ate way too much Popeye's. I forgot how much I disliked the feeling of being too full.
But it as all so good.
Also, why did I agree to do splits? I mean, I didn't want to quit my job, but knowing that I have to work in the morning is stressing me out so much. It's nearly always unpleasant and I'm dreading it. Hopefully the schedule's not changed too much, because if everyone that my schedule says is working is still working, then I'll be fine. But I'm scared that they aren't and I'm freaking out a bit.
I'm sure I'll be fine once I get there. I'm also slightly freaking out about having to trust my family with Roxie for an entire day. Hopefully, either someone remembers to let her out for potty at least once while I'm at work, or if they keep her outside with them that they remember to leash her up and either tie the long line to a stake or to hold onto it! Especially if the cat comes around again... she HATES that bloody cat, lol!
I'm trying really hard not to freak out about either.