Blah day.

I am supposed to have a half day. I don't know. I don't feel well this morning. I feel fat, believe it or not. I need to start walking.
I'm settled into a more consistent pattern today, so I don't know if that makes any difference.
I'm convinced that no matter what I do, I am hated and people laugh at me.
I don't know if I said this, but we have the tree up and two of my friends have their presents. There is the possibility that my daughter might be able to visit us. She passed those tests that you have to pass to leave base.
I never did color my hair. I still look like a granny.
I'm listening to "the Cure."
The PTA decided to give an extra movie and snack to kids whose parents who are in the  PTA and Richard got upset that he couldn't go. My husband is cheap, so that explains that. His excuse is that the PTA is corrupt.  Yea.
 
Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
 
It is a typical stupid day.