Summer plans

I'm definitely going to go neurotic over the summer. I know this because I have started talking to my laptop with alarming frequency. I have also applauded, slapped a hand to my forehead in amusement/despair, and done a happy eel dance. And did I mention I was completely alone?

I really think I ought to just record the various noises and phrases I mutter to myself over the course of a day. I've turned into a crazy hobo on the subway, but without the subway because I don't want to get up off the rug.

And it'll be even harder to stand after summer's over. Apparently they've messed around with the schedule at the farm where I volunteer--I'm working three or four days where duties run from 8:30 to 5. So I'm going to be out of the house by 8, and I'm going to get home again....at close to 6. If I'm lucky and traffic isn't a complete bitch (it inevitably will be).

I suspect I will drown after falling asleep in the bathtub after one of these days.

Because as much as I love my volunteer job, we get about half an hour to sit down (for lunch) and we're quite literally on our feet the entire rest of the day. Which, given the sad egg state of my muscles, is kind of a problem. So lots of warm baths afterwards, except those make me sleepy and then...well. Come to my funeral and say nice things about me, even if you have to make them up.