It’s 2:29 pm. I actually got off work at my scheduled time of 1:00 pm. I’m glad because I’m so tired I feel sick. But, I’m still hungry. I’m always hungry. I get the flu and I’m still hungry. The only thing coming between me and my appetite is death.

Because I’m stuck here till 4:00 pm, I got a sandwich—grilled chicken pesto—oh yum. Anyhoo, I was waiting in line to pay and I kept telling myself, “You are not getting one of those evil chocolate chip cookies that are made by Lucifer.” So, I immediately looked to my right and caught the stack of Boulder Canyon chips on display. Ooh, I’ve been craving potato chips for two weeks, which I never do, which is weird cause I love taters. Ooh look, cheddar and sour cream flavor. Snatch, they were in my hand. Grumble.

I’ll just have to make the roomies help me eat them.

It’s a good thing I am stuck here because I discovered I did not request 4/5 off for the venous ultrasound results session with Dr. Adcock. The app for Sprout’s employees wouldn’t let let me request it off because it’s too close today’s date. But, I also realized I hadn’t asked for my jury duty time off, either. Fuck! Well, it starts on 4/11 and that was the earliest day I could request off. I wasn’t sure how many days off I should request because a) I’m going to try to get out of it, and b) I’m only on standby status now, not summoned. So, I ended up requesting the whole week off and including a message that I was going to try and get out of it so I can work.

About the 5th, I wrote my boss a note apologizing for forgetting to request it off. She opened this morning, but I could not find her and rumor was she left for the day.

I think I’m sleep writing, and eating. I hope this is not nonsensical.

I just finished my sandwich and I put those deliciously evil chips away.

Later. Maybe. Maybe zZzzzZZZzz.😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴

P.S. my boss popped in to clock out. She was on lunch. She said she got my note and getting 4/5 is not a problem. She hasn’t made that schedule yet. I told her about the jury duty pain in the ass. She said she can’t add hours, but I could call to see if they have a call out. She said they might possibly call me in, too.