walking my mind to an easy time
I'm awake. Not sure why. Thought I'd write a quick entry, although I have absolutely nothing of value to say. When do I ever say anything substantial? Not very often. I'm ok with that too.
I'll just talk about Parker for one second, I promise. I have these big fluffy socks. Well, I HAD these big fluffy socks until Parker claimed them as his own. Now, they're part of his standard repertoire of toys. Anyway. To make a short story even shorter, Blake and I discovered a new way to get back at Parker for his night time craziness. We put the sock on his head and watch him flail about until it comes off. I promise it's ok. It's a big sock and the whole thing happens in 5 seconds max. Plus, it's REALLY funny. No need to call the ASPCA. Parker tortures us first. No harm in establishing who's boss and having a little fun at the same time.
I'm still not tired.
Sunday was Jenny's day for being homesick. I always miss home and everybody there, but this was different. Preferring Bham over Mobile generally doesn't keep me from being happy where I am. But on Sunday, homesickness came in waves. It was like all of a sudden I'd get that feeling I had when I was 8 years old and at dance camp. I really just wanted to go home. By home I mean home home, but I also mean all those other places and people that feel like home.
Guess I could bring out the bio-psych book. Surely that'll put me to sleep.
What else before I go?
Money is stupid. Calories are stupid. Funny how I put them in the same category even though they move in opposite directions, going and coming, respectively.
Having something to look forward to is fun and all, but I swear time moves at a pace of its own volition just to torture me. How's that for vague and unintelligible? One day, I'll write and it'll be beautiful and honest and full of reason.
Still not tired.
I'll just talk about Parker for one second, I promise. I have these big fluffy socks. Well, I HAD these big fluffy socks until Parker claimed them as his own. Now, they're part of his standard repertoire of toys. Anyway. To make a short story even shorter, Blake and I discovered a new way to get back at Parker for his night time craziness. We put the sock on his head and watch him flail about until it comes off. I promise it's ok. It's a big sock and the whole thing happens in 5 seconds max. Plus, it's REALLY funny. No need to call the ASPCA. Parker tortures us first. No harm in establishing who's boss and having a little fun at the same time.
I'm still not tired.
Sunday was Jenny's day for being homesick. I always miss home and everybody there, but this was different. Preferring Bham over Mobile generally doesn't keep me from being happy where I am. But on Sunday, homesickness came in waves. It was like all of a sudden I'd get that feeling I had when I was 8 years old and at dance camp. I really just wanted to go home. By home I mean home home, but I also mean all those other places and people that feel like home.
Guess I could bring out the bio-psych book. Surely that'll put me to sleep.
What else before I go?
Money is stupid. Calories are stupid. Funny how I put them in the same category even though they move in opposite directions, going and coming, respectively.
Having something to look forward to is fun and all, but I swear time moves at a pace of its own volition just to torture me. How's that for vague and unintelligible? One day, I'll write and it'll be beautiful and honest and full of reason.
Still not tired.