I've nearly packed. I'm watching "Dead Like Me." I'm submerging the angst with a bottle of Cherry Wheat. I went shopping today and I bought lots of clothes. In the back of my mind, Stacey and Clinton told me what not to wear in the 360 degree mirror and I purchased accordingly. I actually found a matching outfit and shoes. Because hey, underneath the overalls I've got girl parts.
I feel guilty that I'm not in bed. I have to be up at 3am, which is actually midnight. But I won't think about it.
I got gas for the Ford Escape after the movie. My co-worker and I watched "Without a Paddle." Not good enough. Do over. I want farce. Give me farce.
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