The problem with wearing a pajama top to work is that I feel like crawling into bed in spite of the grande caramel macchiato latte that I guzzled yesterday morning. The monitor looked blurry and I yawned every five minutes.
But shirts are the least of my problems. It looks like I’d have to postpone my leave again. Dad’s company hasn’t given me my exit/re-entry yet and I don’t think anything’s going to happen this week. But Mama Oda said it would be all right since she’s leaving for a conference anyway and it would be better if I arrive when she returns.
A couple more weeks of work. *weeps* But at least I have more time to diet and lose 400 pounds.
And before I drag myself to bed, may I just say that my parents should be scolded. They think it’s *so* amusing to take funny pictures of me and Baby Sofia sleeping. Dad swears that the both of us snore. I strongly objected, but then he said: “How would you know?”
o_o There’s just one way to find out the truth. I have to ask one of my ex-roomates, Tricia or Alet. *pokes*