Nobody else could ever know the part of me that can't let go.

Aug 13, 2006 09:48

Hahaha... I love waking up and talking with a complete stranger in my kitchen.

Scott lost his alarm clock between his two houses, so I gave him mine with the promise that I'd call him at 8:30a to make sure it went off and he was awake for work. Well, it's a good thing I called, 'cause it definitely didn't go off. [I think it had something to do with me not setting it to go off on the weekend? But I forgot, and I don't really know how to do it.] So, I've been up since then and I have nothing to do.

I got up a little while ago to get coffee, only to find maybe 1/4 of a cup's worth in the bottom of the pot. Irritating, but oh well. So I'm making the coffee, and this kid [Kyle?] comes out of my living room and starts talking to me about last night, and goes 'Ooh, you made coffee!' So, we sat and had coffee in the kitchen. It was rather random.

Oh, and my lovely mother who changes her mind at the last second for everything lately, tells me that she and my dad need their laundry to be done today. That's nice... where was she yesterday when I didn't have a single thing to do? I'm going to throw some in the wash now that way it'll be done by the time I actually leave to go somewhere. After that, it's her problem.

Coffee is good.
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