Sometimes at work they talk about things I don't understand.

So then I draw a picture on a post-it note.

(I recommend trying it sometime).

Lemon on my dresser.

Sometime last week, I brought a lemon up to my room so I could put its juice in my hair and make it blond-ish like it was when I was wee. I got distracted, though, and left it on my dresser. Every time I look at it, it makes me giggle.

I really do have the sense of humor of a five-year-old. Fruit on my dresser? Hilarious.

(Please ignore the mess. I am not a tidy person.)

That's It. I am officially crazy.

I have officially turned crazy.
"But Abbie," you say, "you've always been crazy. It is one of your many multitudinous charms!"
That may be so, but NOW, now I've turned into one of those people who talks about their health all the time. Even in their blog.
Here are the ailments that have afflicted me in the past three weeks:
-MRSA
-Weird Cold Thing that had no cold symptoms but did come with a truly attractive swollen neck and a fever that made me think the MRSA was killing me.
And Now:
Strange Spot Disease. My entire upper body, including the palms of my hands, is covered in itchy red spots.

And it's all I can talk about. Maybe I'll take a break from posting and come back when I have something actually interesting to say.

Or maybe not.

EDIT: James requested a picture of my spotted hand. This is the best photobooth + the library light can provide. I swear it's worse than that in real life.

I so am that person

I got to this cafe at 11:30.
I have gotten up from my chair to:
pee
talk to my dad when he called
order lunch at the cafe (I ordered my breakfast before I sat down)
order a slice of cake
I can totally do this. It's kind of fun, this working all day and night thing.
But I think the cafe people think I'm creepy.