we shouldn't be giggling, it's a crime scene

I cleaned off my desk today.

Well, when I say cleaned off, I mean clearing enough room for my computer and the paper work I'm currently engaged in a battle to the inky death with, so everything else sort of ended up on the floor and the half of my bed that I use for storage.

I managed to forget every single grammar work sheet for class today, the printer's decided to get revenge on me, and I also spent three minutes trying to find a pair of scissors before remembering that they were hanging on a string taped to my wall. Yeah, I'm having that sort of day. It's probably a very good thing I'm not the one cooking dinner tonight.

I'm waiting for the manager of QRB&M to call me back, which is why I'm typing rather than going to get the cup of tea I very much need.

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There was a purpose to this blog post, but I seem to have forgotten it.

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For the people who know me in the strange dream state of real life, I'm selling buttons for a homeschool fundraiser and I would very much appreciate it if you bought one [or talked other people into buying them]. I've got little blue ones that say: CHS caryhomeschooler.org . They probably aren't that interesting unless you happen to belong to CHS, and they're $1 each. I've also got larger, reddish-brownish buttons that say: MY HOMESCHOOLER WILL SAVE YOUR HONOR STUDENT FROM THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. Those buttons are $2.

I'm going to go and have that cup of tea now.

And, despite what my blog seems to think, I am posting this on a Wednesday.