The Better Part of Me
Weekend activities included talking. Lots and lots of talking. Talking into the wee hours of the morning. Talking is the new sleep. Talking is fun. I had fun. There was very little action. Especially yesterday when I spent approximately 12 hours on the couch in a catatonic state punctuated by the occasional fist thrown in the air (Hurray Vikings!) and a lot of yawning and sighing. I dragged myself off the couch around 8:30 p.m. and shuffled into the kitchen where Sarah T. was cleaning (!!!) and announced that I was going to bed. I fear that perhaps my rock star capabilities are no longer what they used to be. Miguel: SMan told me that I should read "He�s Just Not that Into You". I got pissed at her because that book is for girls. I am not at all pleased by the atmosphere at work today. It�s shaping up to be a pretty crappy day. I should have stayed home. Ah well�forward ho! |
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