well, being married must give me mental permission to behave like i am old (not that i am, i keep pushing that age back in my head, since i realize i didnt become a grown up until about 28).
as i type this i am sitting in bed, reading the sunday paper and getting sleepy . i have been asleep by 10:30 for the nearly every night for the last week. geezus.
and the kicker- i had tickets last week to the tegan and sara concert, but it seemed like too much work, the driving over three hours, and the standing in line, and i had already seen them at that venue, and i could probably just catch it on youtube, and i didnt want to have to figure out what to wear........and a few more reasons that made me sound old and lame.
in other news, i bought kate a miniature pony for her birthday. she is going to have a baby. the pony, not kate. atleast something around here has a bun in the oven after we got hitched. here she is, all 8 hands and 220 pounds:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v13/longwalkback/halloweenandponies034.jpg i had a dream the other night where i was angry at someone, and during the fight they became a photo on the cover of a magazine. i crumpled them up and threw them down the stairs. when i realized i was going to be charged with murder, i took the magazine and put it back in the mailbox in front of my house, so i could frame the mail man and blame his shitty mail handling for the death.
what i think this translates to is i have anger, but have long ago stopped giving myself permission to be physical towards an actual live person, and also i am irritated when the things i order off of ebay have ripped packaging when they arrive.
past 11, bedtime for bonzos.