I left my side of town to avoid inhaling toxic fumes from the Furniture Store fire yesterday.
Ironically, a candle started a [small] fire in Cheryl's house. It was calmly extinguished by C. Caliente (it's all in her name). But not a moment too soon. The fire burned pictures and tarnish/varnish on a table. Lots of chemicals. The smell is still with me.
Got home late last night. But I wouldn't even have known if my apartment was clear of the furniture store fire smell. All I could smell was the charred toxicity on my clothing, in my hair and on my skin from Cheryl's.
What is it with fire lately? I know things tend to come in threes. But please God, keep me safe in my CR-V. I am NOT looking forward to that first oil change.
Today I'm definitely moving slower than usual. Late nights and toxic smoke take a lot out of me I guess. I've been drinking so much coffee lately that I don't know if it has any affect on me anymore - other than making me jittery, angry and jonesing for more. I sooooo need to wake up. I've got a long dogwalking day ahead of me.
I'm already looking forward to tonight. Just so I can be home, resting and playing in journals. Maybe [just maybe] I'll watch a DVD this weekend.
Happy Friday everyone! :::yawwwwn:::