September Twenty Sixth
I fucking love candy corn. I'm sure those of you that know me are well aware of this fact. I'm also sure that a lot of you reading this have stopped. I'm pretty sure candy corn is about as popular as brussel sprouts (which I also love fried with some bacon bits). Today you get to picture candy corn as I complain more about mood. I've gone from ugh to angry, so this is probably coming to an end and thus, a return to normalcy. I also probably need to catch up in sleep a bit. I haven't been sleeping that well and I wake up overly tired in the morning and consume my weight in coffee throughout the day. Right now I'm just counting down to tomorrow, a day I didn't plan anything for, to just relax. No errands, no appointments. I do have an evening engagement, but it won't get in the way of my plans to be in my pajamas until noon. Maybe I will grab a book and get in the pool for a bit. It's still hot enough. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be my res