Drunken cleaning
OK, my life is now the epitome of pathetic. Mark left to visit his family this afternoon, and as I have no friends, I thought this would be as good a time as any to get some house cleaning done. One of my first tasks was to clean off the dining room table, on which I found a little less than half a bottle of wine left over from dinner with my parents last week. I figured, what the hell, I've got no place to go; I might as well drink. So I poured myself a glass of the wine, cleaned, finished the bottle, ate dinner, resumed cleaning, opened another bottle of wine, etc. So that's my Friday night: drinking alone and cleaning house. That's even more pathetic than my usual Friday night of having dinner with Mark and his friend and then watching Battlestar Galactica. ::Sigh::
But I realized that two weeks from tonight I will be in California. Yay! I am very excited about my trip, very excited to spend lots of time with Jen and Erin. I miss them both so much on a daily basis.
After California, I'll be home for a week, and then I'm off to Portland for the STD convention. Yay again! I will be playing host to Poet Laureate Ted Kooser. Hopefully, he's a fun old guy and not a crotchety one. 'Cause Kassy isn't running for office again this year, so she's got no one to impress, and she might just have to tell off a crotchety old poet if he tried to ruin her trip. Or perhaps she wouldn't, since hopefully that night she will not have imbibed as much wine as she has tonight. And why is Kassy speaking of herself in the third person? She does not know.
Back to drunken cleaning... (Or as Mark would say, "Drunken cleaning, ho!" To which I usually respond, "Who you calling a drunken cleaning ho?" But I digress...)
But I realized that two weeks from tonight I will be in California. Yay! I am very excited about my trip, very excited to spend lots of time with Jen and Erin. I miss them both so much on a daily basis.
After California, I'll be home for a week, and then I'm off to Portland for the STD convention. Yay again! I will be playing host to Poet Laureate Ted Kooser. Hopefully, he's a fun old guy and not a crotchety one. 'Cause Kassy isn't running for office again this year, so she's got no one to impress, and she might just have to tell off a crotchety old poet if he tried to ruin her trip. Or perhaps she wouldn't, since hopefully that night she will not have imbibed as much wine as she has tonight. And why is Kassy speaking of herself in the third person? She does not know.
Back to drunken cleaning... (Or as Mark would say, "Drunken cleaning, ho!" To which I usually respond, "Who you calling a drunken cleaning ho?" But I digress...)