I wish I was an English muffin

I used Ativan to sleep last night. It worked. Waking up in the morning was difficult. I made a phone call that I couldn't remember later.

At work, Ivy didn't want to wear pants. We had to go to the bakery to get lunch and I wouldn't let her go without pants. A fit was pitched. Eventually I got the new television working and threw on some Wallace and Gromit. That calmed her down and she forgot that she didn't like pants. When it was time for me to leave she gave me a big hug and a kiss and said "I love you Claire-y". Sigh.

I wish I had more Ativan to take tonight but I don't. There was only one pill left in the container. I phoned my St. Paul's doctor to see about getting more. He called back while I was out.

This post doesn't have much in the way of excitement. I'm pretty worn out. Ever since work I've been shuffling around, pajama-clad, dreading tomorrow's oceanography class. It can't be that bad, can it? With the charts and everything? It's the charts that get me. I hate the goddam charts.

Edit: I forgot about the glasses frames. I got two pairs. One pair was 50% off and the other wasn't. If I didn't need to update my perscription before getting lenses put into them, I would already look like an entirely different person twice over.