I just read my mood tracker stats and it was almost a pleasant surprise to find I had 52 happy days and only 17 unhappy days. How odd of me.
I woke up late, and made crepes. Had a brief tantrum because the recipe wasn't IN THE RECIPE BOX. That's where they go. I got over it and googled it. They were yum. I went to the mall. And got christmas presents. Like a hat for my brother, a gift card for my brother's girlfriend, and went to target where I got a bone for my dog, and finally found a glowworm. I was stressed out and had a headache- I really just wanted to be home, and my mom likes to peruse. I went to Steve's after. We watched Up. I ate beef jerky. I really actually like to wrap presents, it's probably my favorite part of holidays. Everything and I know what it is, but there's still some strange mystery to it. It really could be anything. I hate when people shake presents. Without sounding like I feel like makes me superior, I have never shooken a present. It just ruins the surprise. I like to make things different shapes and sizes than they really are, and people never know what they're gonna get. I may put fragile stickers on all my presents.
I'm still riding on a funny little roller coaster. I have a wierd feeling in my stomach, not so bad, not like an ache, just wierd. Maybe a little nauseas. I'm not sure how to explain it. I feel good.
Incase you missed the memo, yesterday was not forgotten. It was mixed with the day before.