13,713 Days Alive
3 Tiny Bowls of Salsa Eaten
We’re playing Pathfinder this evening. We had Mexican food for dinner at a restaurant called The Monterrey Mexican Bar & Grill.
I had a chicken and chorizo burrito with a habanero sauce on it. And we had queso on top, too!
I’m exhausted today but that’s because I closed. I worked ten to six; it’s just an eight hour shift, but I open tomorrow at seven a.m. I don’t know how long the game is going to run.
For some reason, I’m freezing. I can’t seem to get warm. I’m not sick. It’s just cold in here. It doesn’t help that it’s below thirty degrees Fahrenheit out. It’s like 27 right now and the heat is set at seventy. Spock is curled up nearby.
We’re wrapping up for the night and I really just want to crawl into bed.
I’m mentally fine, physically miserable because of my back and feet. I need new shoes but I’ll be able to get them soon. Work does Shoes for Crews and I get a thirty dollar stipend towards shoes.
I guess technically I could wear my rainbow shoes, but they aren’t slip resistant. So I think it’s a good idea to have slip resistant shoes in a grocery setting.
Anyway, I’m going to head to bed soon.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 