Good morning, my lovely friends. Aside from waking up about 45 minutes early because one leg was entirely numb from the way I had slept on it, it wasn’t a totally bad sleep. The sun is coming up, and my tea is hot. I come to you with news of the type I haven’t had in a while:
Everything hurts.
I found a new workout yesterday from a Youtube channel I have a love/hate relationship with. It was 77 minutes of brutal weights. At one point I looked up and I wasn’t even half finished. I wanted to quit several times. It was glorious.
I finished the laundry and did all the dishes. Other than those two major chores, I also emailed the agent to ask what sort of timeframe we’re looking at to get an offer once the house is officially on the market. She says inventory is low, and things seem to be moving within a few weeks. I’ll email her again this morning and tell her we’re going to go ahead.
I slapped some dye in my hair, chatted with Shawshank, and played Albion for a while. The dye was disappointing. I’m not sure if it’s a trick of the light and the fact I can never completely strip out a pink shade, or just shitty dye. It looks like the front half of my head absorbed the dye and is blue, but the back is still pink. However, a brightly dyed buzz cut is weird sometimes. Depending on the angle, the color is almost iridescent.
Unfortunately, the downside of letting the dye sit for a few hours is being unable to have an afternoon nap.
Today is inventory day at work. I’m not looking forward to it. No one ever does. When I first started with the company, we’d get pizza and the inventory crew would be out of our way by the time the pharmacy opened. Now, there’s no pizza. The inventory crew has been obnoxious the last couple of years. They’re always in our way, and they’ve got shit attitudes.
I’m sure they’ll give me plenty to bitch about tomorrow.
