11.25.01 :: 12:48 pm

I suppose I should thank the mouse in my apartment. Because he is the reason I went into a cleaning frenzy and now, even the walls sparkle. Dare you to find a hairball. I can eat off the countertops ... naked.

This place is so sterilized, it's like an operating room.

We're starving that mouse out of here. Be gone, vile being!

Now, I listen to the Connie Dungs and design Sundaygirl version 2.0

Exciting stuff, for sure. I'm working again at five, and there better be better tippers tonight or else I'm licking your sesame-crusted atlantic salmon. Twice.

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