And I wasn't on the schedule. Had a headache anyways. Got a lot done instead. Make bread, make meals for my babes for the next week or so. Made a mooshy stuff out of all of the things around my kitchen. That was pretty fun. I just threw everything into boiling oil. It was great. Doesn't taste so great though. Oh well, can't win them all. Steve will be watching my babes while I'm gone. Shei gets my babies. I get a few days of peace and anxiety. Isn't that ironic? I worked and it was ridiculously busy for a Wednesday. Mmm, bread pudding. Ouchhh, belly ache. I went to steves after and ate a bunch of spaghetti and complained a bit cause I guess that's all I do and it was good though. It wasn't bad.
I came home and god dammnit, I'm gonna make my body do it. If it's the last thing I do, if I end up raw, I do not care. It will happen. It's not fair. I will not lie.