Argh! Watermelon juice all over my bag. Disaster.
I hate having dreams about money. They’re never “Oh, we just won millions of dollars!” dreams.
You should go back, and reminisce.
The Random Confederacy is almost done. Only 5 more weeks! Doesn’t seem like it’s been nearly a year already.
I just feel like I’m entirely out of synch with the rest of the universe today.
I totally forgot about that.
Hot N Now reopened???
Great, now I have THAT song stuck in my head.
Bad vibes around this building today. I’m not the only one who is wonked.
Great lunch with old work buds!
Tag! You’re it!
I need a Diet Coke something fierce.
More stuff to do. Finally.
Why hasn’t anyone brought me a Diet Coke yet??
It’s not horribel. I keep typing that anyway.
And toady instead of today.
I wish it would rain.
Scrub.
It’s a little chilly. It’ll be a little chillier tomorrow. I think pants.
This, to me, has a very Bowie feel to it. Somewhere in the late 80s. 87 ish, I think.
I have not gotten nearly enough done with the house. I’m sort of stuck. I need more help. SITGR could come and we could get it all done in a weekend.
I wonder where the mail is.
It is taking me forever to finish this dinosaur. It’s like my everything is on hiatus. I just haven’t felt like knitting at all.
It’s just not like me.
I wonder if it will really rain tomorrow.
I think Robert Downey, Jr. is dreamy. And so do you.
I think this iced coffee would be better if it were actually iced cappuccino. We used to have a great recipe at the cafe I got fired from that time. (Which was totally not my fault. Gorram yuppie jerk.)
I think I should close this window.
Jackie Sorensen. Sorenson? I can’t remember now. Spandex.
Another pot luck. God’s teeth. Save me from potlucks.
Our trees seem leafier this year. There’s bigger shadow back there, I think.
Goats and bees. Bees and goats.
I don’t know all the questions yet.
That mixer is arthritic.
Cookies? Peanut butter bars? Oh I know. The chewy chocolate drop thingers. They haven’t had those yet. Damn. A trip to the store.
It’s ok. It’s not the zombie apocalypse or anything.
Babbleicious.
I’ve been there, I know the way.
Those robots are dangerous.
I guess it’s a tea pot collection now.
I will not eat that cookie. I will not eat that cookie. I will not eat that cookie.
Only 11 days left? Really? It just goes faster and faster.
It’s just not warm enough.
Professional. Professional goofball, maybe.
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