Somethin somethin somethin in Every day scata

I can never find enough to write about to make a real entry. Instead I make my five things list. My life isn’t interesting enough for a long entry.

I’m going to try, though.

I’m seriously sick of people. Seriously. They don’t think about anything other than themselves, and it reminds me that I have no life. They have lives, we don’t. We can’t leave home for more than 20 minutes, and we can only go as far as town. Especially lately. My Sunday off isn’t a real Sunday off anymore. On call 24/7 sucks ass. It used to be that we could go out and have a bit of fun.

No one ever offers to take a full day so we can have a day to play. It pisses me off.

I was close to walking out last night. And that is all I can say about that.

It’s nice out today, nice breeze, warm but not hot. I just got in from watering my flowers because they looked sad and dry. I should be outside enjoying the weather, but with the dogs I can’t relax. Ty just wants to play while I just want to sit. Maybe later I’ll sit in the sun for a bit. It hasn’t moved to the back of the house yet, and that’s where I like to sit. No one can see me in my bikini top.

I found another postcard in my pile of received post cards that I can PostCross. I already have one written (a photo I took and turned into a card), so I’ll get another ready to mail out tomorrow. I do need to stop at the post office for some overseas stamps. Or regular stamps. I can put two on there, and there are a lot more choices in regular stamps. I like seeing the different stamps from overseas, and most people say that the ones I put on are cool. Either way I need money for stamps. It sucks being poor.

I think my fitbit is dying. The battery doesn’t hold a charge like it should. Again, I need money for a new one, so that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. It’s not like it’s an important necessity.

See? I am boring and have no life. Nothing fun to write about, nothing important. Nothing.