in the meantime, i've got it hard--second floor living without a yard.

rough night last night. loren comes home thursday night, and hayley and i would like to throw a small welcome home party on friday night. if you'd like to come lemme know so we can get a head count.

loren comes home on thursday, hayley just bought a book i really want to read, and i have tomorrow off.
really, things could be much worse.

last night we drank (happy birthday to grace)
i woke up at 9am and rather than feeling like a raisin, i feel fantastic.
i think i'm going to go read "the da vinci code" until work.
why am i starting a new line per sentence?

all i really want is someone to bring over a six-pack and play rummy with me. is that so much to ask?

i've been awake since 6:40 this morning and i must say, it feels fantastic. something that i've figured out over the past couple of weeks is that our bodies are amazing things. for instance, the moment when you first wake up usually coincides with the instant you've had the perfect amount of sleep. now, this of course does not include middle-of-the ( Read more... )

"what would you change if you could?"

it's recently come to my attention that i have only been to a couple of the museums in the tampa area. if you would like to visit one [or all] with me, let me know.

well, so far this evening i've hung my curtains all by myself, cooked myself dinner, and done laundry. I'm either going to be a kickass wife or i should seriously begin my cat collection.

in other news, loren howell, read this and call me. i haven't talked to you in 50 years or some such nonsense.

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how did i once write in this thing every day?