It's like the 70's!

Justin picked up my prescription on the way home from work. We ran to get some dinner (TB--SO not good for me, but I was craving it really badly), I sat down on the couch, took my prescription, and I literally remember NOTHING after that. I woke up this morning not remembering how I got to my bed, or even what day it was. I felt like I could have slept for another 16 hours easily. But, I felt like I HAD to go to work today, so I dragged myself out of bed and came. I'm still not feeling great, but I'm making it through the day. I pretty much have to stay this afternoon since I'll be the only one here.

After work, we have to head to the apartment to clean out more crap. I am so over the apartment business. We haven't missed anything that's over there, so why not just throw it away?! But noooooooo...we might need it some day, says my silly husband!