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I find myself again with a loss for words. I mean, I know things I am going to say but I can't think of what I really want/need to say in this post to clear my mind. So, I'm going to just do a post about what I've done this weekend....yeah, not much substance but whatever.
Friday, I worked until noon. Then I went and got the hat that I was picking up for Dave. It's a Peter Grimm hat and it's what he wanted so it's what I got him. After that, I went home and rounded up a shit ton of blankets and headed out to the coffee shop. I had four blankets total...and others brought blankets too. We looked like a bunch of bums sitting out on the front porch of 11th Street, I'm sure. But it's those times of conversation and escapism that I wouldn't trade and if something happens and we lose that coffee house, I'll miss those times the most. As the night went on, I got more and more tired (even though I had napped earlier in the day) and ended up falling asleep on the couch in the back of 11th St.
I slept until almost 1 on Saturday and then got up and just did a bunch of nothing around the house. Finally got ready and went out to Temple....it was fun but I just wasn't in the mood for it really. It was fun though when Iggy and Missy did the Pop Rock Body Shots off of my chest....that was a new and interesting experience. :)
I stayed at Dustin and Sarah's last night and had a weird dream about Robert Blake wanting to marry me. In my dream, he was in prison for the murder of his wife...and set to be executed in like 3 weeks. Well, I knocked on the door where he and his family were having some meeting and they all hissed at me sorta and were like "go away". He ran them off and I went in and we were chatting...he was sitting in a La-Z-Boy Recliner, and pulled me into his lap. He was all saying "I want you to marry me" and all this stuff. I was a little freaked out and disgusted and could only answer him by saying that he'd be dead in three weeks...it was sooo odd.
Now I am just sitting here, being lazy, and contemplating a lot of things that I can't put into words (as usual). No Sanctus for me tonight...too cold and I have to work tomorrow. The holidays suck.
Love you all....very much.
Friday, I worked until noon. Then I went and got the hat that I was picking up for Dave. It's a Peter Grimm hat and it's what he wanted so it's what I got him. After that, I went home and rounded up a shit ton of blankets and headed out to the coffee shop. I had four blankets total...and others brought blankets too. We looked like a bunch of bums sitting out on the front porch of 11th Street, I'm sure. But it's those times of conversation and escapism that I wouldn't trade and if something happens and we lose that coffee house, I'll miss those times the most. As the night went on, I got more and more tired (even though I had napped earlier in the day) and ended up falling asleep on the couch in the back of 11th St.
I slept until almost 1 on Saturday and then got up and just did a bunch of nothing around the house. Finally got ready and went out to Temple....it was fun but I just wasn't in the mood for it really. It was fun though when Iggy and Missy did the Pop Rock Body Shots off of my chest....that was a new and interesting experience. :)
I stayed at Dustin and Sarah's last night and had a weird dream about Robert Blake wanting to marry me. In my dream, he was in prison for the murder of his wife...and set to be executed in like 3 weeks. Well, I knocked on the door where he and his family were having some meeting and they all hissed at me sorta and were like "go away". He ran them off and I went in and we were chatting...he was sitting in a La-Z-Boy Recliner, and pulled me into his lap. He was all saying "I want you to marry me" and all this stuff. I was a little freaked out and disgusted and could only answer him by saying that he'd be dead in three weeks...it was sooo odd.
Now I am just sitting here, being lazy, and contemplating a lot of things that I can't put into words (as usual). No Sanctus for me tonight...too cold and I have to work tomorrow. The holidays suck.
Love you all....very much.