Overheard at Work:
Regarding doughnuts: "They're heroin-ly delicious!"
"It's not rocket surgery"
Today is the day. I'm going to call about A/C repair. We're about to hit the triple digits and my furry babies can't take the heat. Not that I think I have the money to cover this repair, mind you. I don't. But I've got two things to do today: schedule the A/C dude to come out and do the cleaning and re-sign-up for homeowner's around the house-shit-breaking-down insurance.
Come on, universe. I've only been making more money for a month and a half; that is NOT long enough to pay my bills.
Progress Report: I only wrote 200 words last night; my writing buddy bailed on me, so I putted around. I have to keep reminding myself of how hard it will be to do any sort of make-up word count at the end of next month due to all the shit I have to do.