“I watching yoo hooman. No sudden move or I ‘tack yoo in da book fing.”
I slept in. Now I’m running late on everything. I hate when I do that. But yesterday seemed like a never-ending mental exercise in avoiding stupidity. Everywhere I turned, there were stupid people demanding that I listen to their stupidity.
It’s a good thing I’m leaving because Sylvia is getting on my last nerve. She interrupts me and of course, I can’t recall what I was saying, thanks to CFIDS/ME, but she thinks she has that much power. She doesn’t. The disease rules.
Now I’m going to go take a shower and wash my head out.
Whose bright idea was it to put this ridiculous thing on my neck?