Bighair is stuck in the aftermath of Hurricane Rita. Larry is on his way home tonight. The cats are jingling around the house, mad at having suffered the indignity of flea treatment this morning. I am looking at the mental list of "what I might do on this Sunday." It's a long list, but I'm having a choosing crisis.
The black cloud of Charles Hays hangs over everything. Underneath there is the weedy garden, paint cans and detritus of recent renos, weekly grocery shopping (which requires a change of clothes at the very least), a run, cooking up things in the fridge before they turn into compost, removing the chipped nail polish on my toes, returning phone calls, reading a book, sorting through paperwork, previewing that video for the FNEd Centre, and, current favorite - blogging aimlessly while stretching out the morning coffee.
I'll let you know if anything happens.
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Hey, what happened to the dinner and chick flick thing? I put on my best clothes and even combed my hair.
we're still in our pj's. are you? go look at our turtle.
I just helped Camille with homework I am now going to take Tylenol QID or QHS or Q4H
I also don't have HTN but I might inverted T-waves on my EKG. Fuck!
I can't tell u what this means because it is top secret.
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