"God smiles on my little brother / inside and out he's better than I am."
SUPERBOOOOWL.
Admittedly I only saw the last minute and fiftysome seconds, but that Brees guy and his kid were really cute. <<
And wow the restaurant is way, way busier than it used to be. We did over nine grand today. o__o;; Holy shit, people, you really like your football parties. My feet are kiiiiilling meeeeeeeeeeeee.
Being out here is really exhausting. :/ I have no energy for anything and yet I am getting way way more done than I have in, like, a million years, so it's very weird. Awkward? I don't know. Also it's all I can do not to throttle Mars for being such a teenager. >_o Roma fortunately does not suffer from the same affliction, for unfortunate reasons. The parents are the parents, in the "I am getting better at wrangling them" sense; Laura-doll is Laura-doll, in the "needs more love" sense. Yet another person I need to call!
Crankydead lady. Weird lady?
Braaaaaaaain. I don't know where my brainthing is. And yet somehow I wrote two make that five really excellent pages in Hatch today, post-Superbowl? What is this I don't even.
NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS, MIND.
*goes to sleep on Hatch!notebook again*
Admittedly I only saw the last minute and fiftysome seconds, but that Brees guy and his kid were really cute. <<
And wow the restaurant is way, way busier than it used to be. We did over nine grand today. o__o;; Holy shit, people, you really like your football parties. My feet are kiiiiilling meeeeeeeeeeeee.
Being out here is really exhausting. :/ I have no energy for anything and yet I am getting way way more done than I have in, like, a million years, so it's very weird. Awkward? I don't know. Also it's all I can do not to throttle Mars for being such a teenager. >_o Roma fortunately does not suffer from the same affliction, for unfortunate reasons. The parents are the parents, in the "I am getting better at wrangling them" sense; Laura-doll is Laura-doll, in the "needs more love" sense. Yet another person I need to call!
Crankydead lady. Weird lady?
Braaaaaaaain. I don't know where my brainthing is. And yet somehow I wrote two make that five really excellent pages in Hatch today, post-Superbowl? What is this I don't even.
NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT THIS, MIND.
*goes to sleep on Hatch!notebook again*