Happy Third of the Month!

If you can even call it that. Happy, I mean. Of course it's the Third of the Month. I've been up since six. Six! In the morning! Fuck New Year's resolutions; I much prefer my beauty sleep. Today is supposed to for me, me, me and I'm tired, tired, tired. But not as grouchy as some people I know who are quitting smoking against their will. But that, I say, is the best way to celebrate yourself; treat your body right!

That's why I'm going to sleep by nine tonight. Because I deserve it after my illness ridden holiday.....

Go moist towelettes!