no doctors for sleepy zombie brats!

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t…

But I’m way too "anti-doctor" to care.

Stupid thing is that I’m ULTRA DOCTOR for my kids. If they need it, I take them. I don’t want anything to be wrong with them. But I’d rather be blissfully ignorant with anything wrong with me.

blah.

I am not in pain so I’m cool.

the "pressure" is gone. That’s better than it used to be.

It’s all good baby, lets just chill and let it riiiiide.

Work is, however, boring as all get out and I’ve yawned more times than I can count in the last few minutes.

i’m eating raisins, in hopes of an energy boost.

They’ll probably just make me poop.

WHATEVER!

Baboo wants to go to the gym tonight. I’m not really up for it. blah. Me no wanna.

But HE wants to, so I’ll have to. But the thought of it makes me feel BLEH.

maybe he’ll forget and we won’t go! Whee!

I already have to go home and start cooking dinner for tomorrow. My brother is cooking tonight (fried chicken wings) but I want to cook teh ground beef cuz I dont’ want it to go bad.

blah.

blah blah blah.

I feel non thrilling.
I want to write about zombies.

I’m also sleepy.

what if zombies took over the subway?

I’d probably die ya’ll.

I’d probably die…