  My supervisor is back. His boyfriend has like 48 hours to live but he seems to be in a much better mood than he was in before he left. I'm glad he had time to get everything situated as far as funeral arrangements, insurance policies, and closure&nbsp;are concerned. Now with that said, I'm hella cold. Why did he come back and start regulating the air condition. This is another reason why fat people irk me. Don't get me wrong, he's by no means as big as the fat ass but he's big and this air is driving me class.
He offered to let me leave early and I'm seriously considering it simply because I'm up in here freezing. Plus I have a billion things to get done. print out the rest of the names on the envelopes so I can mail out the wedding invitations. I know, I know. I'm hella late. What can I say? I operate on CPT. No one is going to RSVP anyway. change the cake order. The flavors need to go in a different order and I found a picture of a cake that I absoultely love. If I had found it on the inet I would post it but you'll see the pictures once after the wedding. grocery shop. I need to cook some food. Who do I think I am eating out every night? Not only am I a mother but I'm about to be a wife.
It's time to start cooking, or at least learning how to right? cleaning is always good. I doubt I'll get to that though. and what I really, truly would love to do is go to sleep. I'm so tired. I haven't been able to catch up on my sleep since last week. Vegas didn't help. &nbsp; Ambiance: [ listening to ] : phones ringing off the hook. I can't think clearly right now.
[ watching ] : work build up on me desk. Maybe I'm not leaving early. [ reading ] : Trading Spaces Ultimate Episode Guide. [ random ] : I think I'm hungry and I say think because this is the normal time I go to lunch. I guess I ate too many donuts this morning. urlLink postCount('109095764397099038'); | urlLink postCountTB('109095764397099038'); 
