The Obscure

Hey hey everybody. I figured it was about time to kick back and strike up a few mini-vortex footballs, y'know, just relax a bit.
I worked for the Coole's today, but only for like an hour and a half. at one point or another I guess I developed a very large blister on my ladylike hands, a blister which promptly ripped open, spewing it's gooey, translucent contents on my palm and rendering that hand practically useless. Well, useless for me. I mean, come on, peeled open blisters hurt!
Also, it had a really big splinter in it, I had to dig open the skin more with a needle to get it out. So that was fun.

Anyway, I am home now, ten dollars richer. Tomorrow, after I help out with the yard sale, I guess I'll be going back to the Coole's to do more work. I really do enjoy the work, until my skin peels off. At which point I enjoy the work less.
My enjoyment of the aforementioned work decreases by one unit of enjoyment per centimeter of skin peeled. So sayeth the Lord. Amen, and amen.

My headache came back to haunt me today, so once again, I wear sunglasses. I think I should just give up my clingings to a normal life and become some kind of coffee-drinking, oddly-dressed, wannabe-artist slacker.
Oh, wait...

So tonight, I am supposed to be maybe doing something with Katie and all those other gals, but I also may not be doing that. I haven't figured out the specifics of my plan yet, but I have made a diarama of myself making the plan.
It also depicts a scene from Oliver Twist.

I don't know what Tim is doing right now, I hope he didn't come to my house while I was out. Maybe he's in my room, that would be nuts. And Taylor is in prison, or something.

Now, though, I must shower, as my body is EXTREMELY DIRTY.