My husband is gone all week.
I'm in the middle of a class-A freakout about US tax and bank reports.
Yes, again, it happens every year and every year it gets worse.
My boss asked me if I'd like to go to the States for a couple of days but it's right in the middle of the Swedish vacation period and I don't know if we can make it work, and it might be my only chance this year.
Martin and I just had a fight about driving.
We're out of milk.
I have to bake a cake and go grocery shopping and do laundry and drive Karin to a referee job and clean the house, all tomorrow, after work.
20 minutes on the treadmill wasn't enough.
The book I'm reading is really sad.
No one wants to run for the AWC board next year, including me.
The skin of my wrists and ankles has changed. It's making me feel old.
My back itches.
The computer is buzzing REALLY loudly.
No one has bothered to change the burned-out lightbulbs in the bathroom ceiling light in weeks.
I tried to find the scene on YouTube from The Sure Thing where Daphne Zuniga is complaining about everything that's going wrong (I'm starving, my feet are killing me, etc.) and John Cusak says "I swallowed my gum", but I couldn't find it.
There doesn't seem to be any way to get Wonders together any time soon and at least one of them doesn't seem to care.
We can't have a cat.
It's freezing out again and it poured rain today. Where is summer?
I've lost count of how many times I've sneezed and/or blown my nose in the last six months. Kleenex is making a fortune off of me.
The fish are still alive.
My car stinks of gasoline and it's all Karin's fault.
The rose bed in the back of the house is full of cat shit.
There are only 219 shopping days left until Christmas.