Salute to Randomness
Couldn't bring myself to go out. Couldn't bear the thought of being colder than I already am in my apartment. Must dig out space heaters.
Can't believe I've been sitting in this wooden chair for eight hours. Methinks the cushy padding I got from my mother's side is darn near flat.
That whiskey sour last night was really really good.
Where did all my cassette tape cases disappear to? Perhaps they are under the mittens. (Who painted the cookie?)
Must clean litterbox or suffer the wrath of she who drags her ass on the hardwood floors when the litterbox isn't clean.
Things to remember tomorrow morning: 1. Buy Righteous Babe gear only when clear of mind and full of tummy. 2. Don't forget the baby; he's one year old today! 3. Drink the milk before it goes bad; that means two pints a day, missy. 4. Put away the laundry for god's sake; you're embarrassing yourself.
Wow... all that free time and not one mention of the great novel you're writing... hmmmm... 50K words already?
yeah, hanging out with girls takes some getting use to. can't say i am i quite there.
love the randomness...feels like my days, sometimes...