cleverly disguised as a responsible adult

I'm still not sure what day it is. Working the weekend, getting back late, sleeping in a bit yesterday, and having to get up psychotically early today for an early meeting...my body has no idea what's going on, but it wants to go back to bed, please.

I have Friday off. I need to get backups.

I have Friday off. I can sleep in and go to the apple orchard. I can work on my evil genius costuming. I can sleep and go for a walk and drink coffee.

Ox is having big skin problems. We're living in the future, so I can message his allergist from my phone app and expect a reply within a day. This app is my absolute, hands-down favorite of all the software the Evil Empire sells.

If I answered questions today in interpretative dance, everything would end with me flat on the floor, face down, unmoving. I can't even listen to loud music because I have to be on the phone all day. 

My jeans are far too tight. I have muffin top happening. It's not pretty and makes me feel really terrible about my appearance. Why bother with anything else? Far too much junk food in the last couple months and not nearly enough exercise to make up for it. Comfort eating and lethargy.

Just keep moving. Emi has a soccer game tonight and I will by gods be there for her. Then one more day of work and then an actual weekend.