uh...Sunday
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a drunk. If I am, all my friends must be too (even more so), so maybe that's OK.
It's just that I find cleaning house on Sunday so much more pleasant when I start drinkling beers around 11:30 a.m. BUT...
I have shit I HAVE to do tonight so that D will get off my ass about it. God Golly Molly.
Maybe I shouldn't have another beer (after that last glass of chardonnay). It's just that I just bought a 12-pack of frosty Red Stripe. I'll have to think on this.
Um, so I'm in love with Zappos.com.
The Beach Boys are killing in in the kitchen, but it kinda makes me want to take a nap... it's a very reassuring sound, well parts of it. My weekend goes on...
I have gone to the grocery store. I have washed dishes. I am waiting for the sink to finish draining. I need to sweep the living room and write D's corporate letter.
Maybe I'll just lay down for a second.
It's just that I find cleaning house on Sunday so much more pleasant when I start drinkling beers around 11:30 a.m. BUT...
I have shit I HAVE to do tonight so that D will get off my ass about it. God Golly Molly.
Maybe I shouldn't have another beer (after that last glass of chardonnay). It's just that I just bought a 12-pack of frosty Red Stripe. I'll have to think on this.
Um, so I'm in love with Zappos.com.
The Beach Boys are killing in in the kitchen, but it kinda makes me want to take a nap... it's a very reassuring sound, well parts of it. My weekend goes on...
I have gone to the grocery store. I have washed dishes. I am waiting for the sink to finish draining. I need to sweep the living room and write D's corporate letter.
Maybe I'll just lay down for a second.