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I think I have hit the crest of my pen obsession. I spent HOURS online this morning/early afternoon just cruising the pen pages and picking out things to dream over and lust after. Check this one out. Yeah, a wee bit pricey. And I was cursed with expensive taste and the lack of funds to support said taste.
Ok, enough of pens. I will move on so as not to bore you all to tears. I was bad today, and finked out of a thing I was supposed to go to. I found myself in the anti-crowd-of-people-I-mostly-don't-know mood. And when I am like that there is no need to try to be sociable. It just won't work. And the few people I do know would just think something was wrong with me and there would be misery all around. And since it wasn't something I HAD to do, I just finked. People fink sometimes. I can fink.
I am proud to report that I took a nice long walk today. Joy and I are trying to get together at least 4 times a week to walk. We are both fairly pathetic at this point. But that's ok. It's better to be pathetic together than pathetic alone. Or something. I tried to rope her into going to Atlanta with me, but alas, she has company coming next weekend. Mine is a futile effort.
I hear the dryer trumpeting its triumph; off I go to fold clothes.
Ok, enough of pens. I will move on so as not to bore you all to tears. I was bad today, and finked out of a thing I was supposed to go to. I found myself in the anti-crowd-of-people-I-mostly-don't-know mood. And when I am like that there is no need to try to be sociable. It just won't work. And the few people I do know would just think something was wrong with me and there would be misery all around. And since it wasn't something I HAD to do, I just finked. People fink sometimes. I can fink.
I am proud to report that I took a nice long walk today. Joy and I are trying to get together at least 4 times a week to walk. We are both fairly pathetic at this point. But that's ok. It's better to be pathetic together than pathetic alone. Or something. I tried to rope her into going to Atlanta with me, but alas, she has company coming next weekend. Mine is a futile effort.
I hear the dryer trumpeting its triumph; off I go to fold clothes.