Akaky Akakyovich (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} admiralbunny) wrote,@ 2005-10-06 20:58:00 |
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she's not a girl that misses much
I never update anymore. Life is so tiring that it scares me. Walking to work, working all day, and elbowing my way onto the bus in the evening takes all of my energy, so when I get home it's the best I can do to cook dinner for us, turn on the TV, and then read for a little while before bed. I'm getting old, of course, and it's not always like this: Thursdays are especially nice, with the French Me happy hour at a nearby bar. My friend Beth rode the bus home with me, like you used to when you were in elementary school and your mom would write a note for the bus driver and principal so they knew you were accounted for and not being abducted by your friend's family. Ridiculous paranoia, and yet, I made sure Beth had her permission slip.
My cat sees or hears a ghost in the hallway. She always freaks out around this time and squawks and arches her back at nothing; if I open the door, sometimes I hear a rustling approaching from below even if no one is there. Poor esp kitty.
I'm going to Mexico early style on Saturday morning, my sister and parents will be there to greet me and it's going to be four days of south of the border fun. I'll take pictures. I'm sure youll all want to see.
Beer's kicking in, time to watch taped Veronica Mars and pass out.
I never update anymore. Life is so tiring that it scares me. Walking to work, working all day, and elbowing my way onto the bus in the evening takes all of my energy, so when I get home it's the best I can do to cook dinner for us, turn on the TV, and then read for a little while before bed. I'm getting old, of course, and it's not always like this: Thursdays are especially nice, with the French Me happy hour at a nearby bar. My friend Beth rode the bus home with me, like you used to when you were in elementary school and your mom would write a note for the bus driver and principal so they knew you were accounted for and not being abducted by your friend's family. Ridiculous paranoia, and yet, I made sure Beth had her permission slip.
My cat sees or hears a ghost in the hallway. She always freaks out around this time and squawks and arches her back at nothing; if I open the door, sometimes I hear a rustling approaching from below even if no one is there. Poor esp kitty.
I'm going to Mexico early style on Saturday morning, my sister and parents will be there to greet me and it's going to be four days of south of the border fun. I'll take pictures. I'm sure youll all want to see.
Beer's kicking in, time to watch taped Veronica Mars and pass out.
