My gut is feeling...spasm-y this morning. Not again. Last night before I went to bed I felt all twitchy, so I took a GABA (GABA HEY). I guess with Buzz coming home and taking care of him, along with Jeff's issues, and the various holiday events coming up I'm stressed. Surprise surprise.

I have to go back to the doctor's this morning because Jeff didn't bring his wallet with him yesterday. They need to copy his drivers license and insurance card, especially since he'd never been there before. I had my card with me and we're on the same plan, but my card has my name in it. And I have to go to Targ3t to get a few things, and wherever else I'm up to going. Maybe 0ld Navy. I'd like some decent sweaters. All I seem to have are thin dressy ones, and big thick staticky ones (some of which were my Dad's and brother's).

Let's see, what else can I whine about while procrastinating getting ready? Today I ended up taking off because I just felt there weren't enough hours in the day. I have to do the above mentioned errands (plus going to the pet store to get mice), come home and eat lunch, take Rufus back to the vet at 2:30 (let's hope I can trick his bitchy ass into a carrier with some food), massage at 4:00 (and I fucking need it), come home and shower, and then go to missleigh's. Shit, that means I won't be able to cook that asparagus before it goes bad. Maybe I'll have time at lunch.