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The Plan of Attack
6 September 2007 12:40I slept shitty last night, in the confines of the guest bedroom, which incidently has become my favorite room in the house of late. Borris likes it as well, his new hiding place.
Wish Rochester had an arcade. I could go for some Ski-ball, or even a casino at the present momemnt-yet a 45 minute drive isn't suiting well with me.
Going to finish drinking the sludge of coffee I made, take a shower, and get somewhat cleaned up. Run to the post office and continue the day by working on my Faerie Scrapbook. Some-mindless activity to waste away the hours.
Make the bed, put clothes away, and sort through the closet-cleaning out shirts and pants that don't fit.
I also might may scones. A great big batch to last through the weekend of work at the hospital.
Should remain quiet around these parts for the next few weeks. Miss Jaymi is flying around to the land down under, which incidently signifies the cell phone should remain quiet. Should also mosey out to Michaels and pick up some "tags" for the swap I need to complete. That's the plan of attack at least.
I woke up this morning, in soft Ikea Sheets, in a freshly painted room, with the crisp morning air covering my naked body, and felt a little more human and a little less snotty-Mc.Snot.snot.
Wish Rochester had an arcade. I could go for some Ski-ball, or even a casino at the present momemnt-yet a 45 minute drive isn't suiting well with me.
Going to finish drinking the sludge of coffee I made, take a shower, and get somewhat cleaned up. Run to the post office and continue the day by working on my Faerie Scrapbook. Some-mindless activity to waste away the hours.
Make the bed, put clothes away, and sort through the closet-cleaning out shirts and pants that don't fit.
I also might may scones. A great big batch to last through the weekend of work at the hospital.
Should remain quiet around these parts for the next few weeks. Miss Jaymi is flying around to the land down under, which incidently signifies the cell phone should remain quiet. Should also mosey out to Michaels and pick up some "tags" for the swap I need to complete. That's the plan of attack at least.
I woke up this morning, in soft Ikea Sheets, in a freshly painted room, with the crisp morning air covering my naked body, and felt a little more human and a little less snotty-Mc.Snot.snot.