09.24.01 :: 10:18 am
Suck it up, Sundaygirl. We're waking up with the roosters. Yesterday, over in six-o'clock-naptime-ville, I was having a really weird dream involving a bat flying at my face through a hole in the bathroom door at Sarah Jessica Parker's house. I woke up from my violent twitching reaction to it. My Boy was awake, watching me, and had a good laugh over the squirming I was doing in my sleep. And, over in Life-Really-Moves-On Land, I'm getting my teeth cleaned at noon. First time in three years. I'm a walking cavity. This is all so banal and lame. But I need this boring shit to piece together the crumbly bits. You understand.
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