How did I become such a jetsetter?
My mailbox came to life again, and so did Facebook, but it isn’t the place I relax while stalking people anymore – I am the one stalked now, mostly by people who need me to do something instead of doing the other thing I must do.
I can also see my birthday in the near future; something a balloon cemetery in my kitchen keeps reminding me about. I’ll post a pic of that tomorrow, promise. But now I have some depressed sleeping to do.