The Bloody Doors Off

It’s my day off, but it’s not. I’ve been on the go since 8am. Doctor’s appointment, down to the bank to get routing info (because the Agency still can’t get my banking information correct). Back home and work later in the day, in two pieces.

And now I’ve just started laundry. Oh right, I also cooked a meatloaf earlier. And made jell-o.

Someone truss me up with rope, sprinkle me with ginger, and call me Pancake Betty.

I can’t stop. Because I’m afraid of what will happen if I do.