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it's eleven o’clock do you know were your kids are? well, no matter, because i know were i am, right here at home, after another thursday of playing at xhedos. nice little surprise, lindsay showed up, despite the fact that she said she couldn’t, it was nice seeing you. and gabe, yes, you finally came, but damn it i was looking forward to some hummus and grape leaves. ah, only a slight let down, nothing i will miss tomorrow.
right now i am kinda tired, not to fall asleep, just at the point where doing anything is beyond reality, and sitting on the couch watching tv with a blanket, is just excruciatingly comfortable.
it wasn’t a bad day today, my cookies were a big hit in math, and that made me feel good because, hell, i did make them. i was so worried about getting one of my hairs in them, i would feel really ashamed of that. I also came along quite much on my ceramics piece, which will hopefully be a pasta serving bowl for my dad, hush hush. o and i went to get my pants from the mall, after only 2 weeks. let me tell you what’s amazing. i walk into club monaco, i don’t know if that is how you spell it, and say “i need to pick up my pants” and the guy not only recognized me, not only from this last time, but from times before, but also had a vague remembrance of my name. so kick ass i am known in a place of fashion. that makes me feel good. kinda. I need some cool shirts. well i bid you adieu, and to you lindsay, i do hope you feel better.
right now i am kinda tired, not to fall asleep, just at the point where doing anything is beyond reality, and sitting on the couch watching tv with a blanket, is just excruciatingly comfortable.
it wasn’t a bad day today, my cookies were a big hit in math, and that made me feel good because, hell, i did make them. i was so worried about getting one of my hairs in them, i would feel really ashamed of that. I also came along quite much on my ceramics piece, which will hopefully be a pasta serving bowl for my dad, hush hush. o and i went to get my pants from the mall, after only 2 weeks. let me tell you what’s amazing. i walk into club monaco, i don’t know if that is how you spell it, and say “i need to pick up my pants” and the guy not only recognized me, not only from this last time, but from times before, but also had a vague remembrance of my name. so kick ass i am known in a place of fashion. that makes me feel good. kinda. I need some cool shirts. well i bid you adieu, and to you lindsay, i do hope you feel better.