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