My eyes would like to slam shut, but it's not that I'm really sleepy. My problem is that I underestimated my work load today, and instead of a quick two or three hours, I slaved for six. So I feel in dire need of a back-rub, red wine, and sympathy.
Instead I'm going to the movies.
I'm going to see a tear-jerker called Seven Pounds. It's the new one with Will Smith. Tim likes to go to the movies, and he takes me. Love him for that. Without him bankrolling my movie experience, I am relegated to the dollar flicks, where the movies are old, and the seats are sticky. When Tim pays, we go to them there new-fangled theaters.
Today is Kara's birthday, and she's finally a year older. She has been unreachable all day, for some reason. I hope her husband is spoiling her madly. I want to take her out to Sushie with my fortunes, and buy her wine. We'd sit and talk for hours, and we'd laugh and stuff. Except she won't answer the phone! And? I have no fortune.
I love her. Hear that, Kara? I LOVE YOU!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
There's a shower in my immediate future. And a date with a razor.
Right. Now.
Bye.
2 comments:
Hmmm, that last paragraph sounds like you could be in Westport, Washington - clamming....
Have a very Merry Christmas!
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