Stuff to o...

pack lunh.
Put on socks.
gather up knitting.
drop off rent
send seething note to apartment management about the vile bastards that made all that &%^$^ noise moving whatever the hell they were moving until well after midnight. I am seriously pissed. I should have chased them with my knitting needles, but I was very tired. I'm still pretty tired. *Glower*

Meanwhile, the buses are still down, my yarn order still isn't in, I'm out of new books to read an I want a treat. Oh yeah...and I'm hormonal as hell...
*Hunchs shoulders and growls*

Just put the french silk pie in an unmarked bag and you'll all be fine....