Write a four line poem about someone who is: skittish.
Managed to totally forget about my diabetes diagnosis anniversary (11 years today) until Facebook reminded me when I logged on just a few minutes ago.
I guess that's what happens when you work a 14 hour day, pretty much entirely on your feet.
I was at the bakery from 8 until 3:30, then I went to work helping out a store in town with their inventory from 4:30 until 11. It was fine (better than I expected, actually), but I still do not recommend doing that. Just remember: Marc makes bad life decisions. Do not do what Marc does.
We got a little over 80% of the store inventoried, so we'll be back at it tomorrow morning at 8 to finish it off. I expect it'll take a couple hours at most.
Which is good, seeing as I probably can't handle much more than that.
Also: will have to celebrate Diabetes Donut Day a day late.
Every unexpected noise
Is like Death knocking on her door;
To be totally honest,
I'm not sure she can take much more...