Uhhh.
Hey Livejournal. This is weird. It feels like it has been years. Maybe just one or two.
I should be going to bed soon, because I need to wake up early to run with Andi tomorrow morning. But, before I go to bed, I need to wash my feet. That is the main thing I am putting off. This would require moving. I am also quite thirsty, and I know there is water in my refrigerator. All signs point to moving my body. But I just don't want to.
I have a wedgie. My foot is falling asleep.
Years from now, I will read this and think, "What was the point of this?".
I guess I'm just testing you out again. Do I want to keep writing in you? Or do I want to do what I've been doing, which is not writing in you?
That water still sounds good.
Doing my best to lure my roommate's cat, Thor, to me. Here he comes! Yawning and stretching his way into my heart. He rubbed his face on my face. He is currently laying on my chest, purring. This all sounds too good to be true, I know. But it's real.
It's half a bottle of Fiji water. But now there is a cat on me, further delaying my spark of movement.
I hope it's not too hot tomorrow morning. Last time (... Friday? Nope, Saturday morning) we managed to get out there around 8:45. It was still pretty hot!!!
I read the first three Scott Pilgrim's. I want to read more. That's Pilgrim's as in plural, not something owned by. Thor is kind of drooling on me (his face is squished against my cheek).
Goodnight.
I should be going to bed soon, because I need to wake up early to run with Andi tomorrow morning. But, before I go to bed, I need to wash my feet. That is the main thing I am putting off. This would require moving. I am also quite thirsty, and I know there is water in my refrigerator. All signs point to moving my body. But I just don't want to.
I have a wedgie. My foot is falling asleep.
Years from now, I will read this and think, "What was the point of this?".
I guess I'm just testing you out again. Do I want to keep writing in you? Or do I want to do what I've been doing, which is not writing in you?
That water still sounds good.
Doing my best to lure my roommate's cat, Thor, to me. Here he comes! Yawning and stretching his way into my heart. He rubbed his face on my face. He is currently laying on my chest, purring. This all sounds too good to be true, I know. But it's real.
It's half a bottle of Fiji water. But now there is a cat on me, further delaying my spark of movement.
I hope it's not too hot tomorrow morning. Last time (... Friday? Nope, Saturday morning) we managed to get out there around 8:45. It was still pretty hot!!!
I read the first three Scott Pilgrim's. I want to read more. That's Pilgrim's as in plural, not something owned by. Thor is kind of drooling on me (his face is squished against my cheek).
Goodnight.