Monday, January 02, 2006

Good Mornin'

Mom is making me scrambled eggs. My scrambled eggs are never quite as good as hers, and I'm not sure why that is.

I work 12 - 7:30 today, but luckily the glaze of medicating ointments and creams on my hands is finally starting to work. The hands redness and swelling is slowly going down, and the eye watering painfulness of splitting dry skin has eased a bit, making the prospect of 2 more days of work [until I have a day off] much more acceptable.

I slept with gloves on. It was an extra pair I had bought from Rite Aid last year around this time. They're white, a bit too small, and have pink and purple girly graphics on them, hilariously enough.

I look like a gay miming gardener.

Peace and love to all.