After work, I went to the c-c-c-craft store (some of you know & share my aversion to twee craft culture) to gather some materials for marinating my tardy pay it forward packages.
Note to self: DO NOT go to the craft store on two hours of sleep. Yowza. It's much akin to entering a corn maze, blindfolded, being led around by a one eyed thirteen year old diabetic Chihuahua named JJ (may he rest in peace).
I spent close to an hour picking things up and traversing the store to put them back. Finally, I noticed that I was in a cold sweat thinking, "Duuude, I gotta get outta this place!"
I ended up purchasing some overpriced Martha Stewart glitter (amongst other surprises) that I later inhaled when made this scary mask/depiction of what I must've looked like at the craft store. After this post, I'm going to go take apart the broken down Camero in my driveway. Bye!
Here's to a respectable amount of zzz's tonight! Cheers!
*makers & ambien*