Sunday Always Comes Too Late.

Sep 24, 2006 22:43

I had a nice weekend though I'm desperately tired and I don't know why.

Friday I went to the 4H fair in Centerville (I think) with a bunch of people.  There were a lot of animals there for me to pet and I enjoyed petting them.  Everytime I saw one I'd say, "hello little pig," or "hello little goat."  I just loved it.  The cows were pretty, too.   The clatter of hooves, the lovely cow eyes.  There is a moan that milk makes.  Kaylin and I were the only ones brave enough to ride the rides and we had a lot of girl-talk together.  I can't remember the last time I engaged in such a thing.  It was nice, and not at all superficial.  We went to the bar later and the waitress remembered me there.  I like Olde Peninsula.  I like being within walking distance, too.

Saturday I had a lot on my mind and wanted to spend time to myself.  I went shopping, saw The Black Dahlia, and cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom.  It was raining, one of those cloudy afternoons during which I like to open the window and let the air climb in while I work.  I don't know why they make me desperately dreamy and pensive.  I thought about Jeff a lot.  I sort of wish he'd have been there.  He's the most enjoyable person to spend time with on a Saturday afternoon.

Today I didn't do much but watch a movie that I'm too embarassed to disclose, go to work, and do my laundry at the laundrymat.  I really like Duds n' Suds.  They have a billiards table, a big screen television with couches, and a submarine sandwich shop all in one building.  I've made a weekly ritual of it from 8-10 PM on Sundays.

Now I'm going to get into bed to snuggle with Minnie before falling asleep.
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