I've talked my baby sister into drinking more Gatorade, when she hadn't been keeping much down. She's verging on dehydration. I took a trip to my storage unit just to get her some bendy straws.
I'm working a lot.
I've pondered a great deal. About who I am. Finding me. And not compromising. Find me. Stay true to me. Be me.
I've decided that some guys are major jerk-faces and have no further role to play in my existence.
A conversation with my dad last night involved the phrase 'demonic little piggy things'.
And I've grinned a little blushy, we'll-see-what-happens smile more than once today.
Pretty good so far, I think.
