As of 5:19 am Sunday morning, I am 25 years old. Feels about the same as 24, but somehow sadder. Started out kinda badly, since the neighbors were having a loud party Saturday night that lasted into the wee hours of the morning, preventing any kind of sleep from happening. Same damn people I called the cops on last year. Also, I forgot the pot pie I ate for dinner had cream in it, so yeah... angry, angry tummy. I did have a very good day, however, after I got some sleep. Mom and I went to Fujiya for a very late lunch/ early dinner. MMMMMMM... Honey-miso dressing on crisp salad, teriyaki fish, vegetable tempura, sashimi... *drool* My appetite has been nearly non-existent the past week, but I managed to eat almost everything. Then we went shopping because that's what Mom and I do when we're not home. Seemed like everything was on sale too. Didn't pay more than $10 for anything, not even at Macy's. Yay! And after shopping we went to the supermarket and picked up a cake, and some ice cream stuff. Any day that ends with chocolate cake is good. (:

And I was able to be out and about for multiple hours! I did feel bad by the time we got home, but I'm not counting that. So I guess I can get a job again as long as it's only about 4 or 5 hours/day and I can sit for at least 30 to 45 minutes at some point during that time. 'Tis the season for part time jobs?

I know it's silly but my new pajamas make me smile. I want to wear them all the time. (:

mood: content