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I might not be able to send out the orders until tomorrow or Saturday.
I seriously can't even lift my arm to scratch my head.
Even AFTER percocet.
But it hurts like the pain just before something starts healing, you know?
So please bear with me I think I'll be good this weekend.
I'm hungry but also kinda too tired to eat?
My body has no sense of self preservation.
Also, I put my wrap in the kitchen fridge... because I forgot I have a clearly visible mini fridge for easy access to nourishment.
I have tonight and tomorrow to figure out how Mailchimp works.
With a headache and percocet that doesn't wanna work.
Giving me too many options is like giving me no options because my brain freezes and crashes like a Steam game.
Does Ada even like Leon or is this man just sprung... FOR YEARS?
Sir, this is a zombie apocalypse.
There are more pressing matters.
I don't even wanna read fanfics tonight after this! 😭 https://t.co/rJH3QUmna5
Tanner threw up and I had to get on my hands and knees to scrub...and then I just got stuck there.
And my body is having weird cravings again and I want either lemonade or a smoothie from the town over. Neither of which I can get.
So I already know how this day is gonna go.
Me: I miss drawing emotes.
*Gets commissioned*
*Has to make some for the website icons*
Well then. Ask and you shall receive.
I just need energy because I woke up at 3am.
Now I have to draw and animate the category icons.
Oh joy.
That test was $66.
Even with stimulus money I'm freaking out.
I do not wish to participate in capitalism.