just another...
...were you going to say "manic Monday"? Yes, it is Monday -- it also is Memorial Day, & it's supposed to be a little soggy, to the disappointment of many backyard barbequers.
It's also around 6:35; I woke up at 6:00, to use the toilet, & decided to stay up.
Meanwhile, back in the news President Gas met with bikers; & the Department of Homeland Security wastes a lot of money on issues other than "homeland security". Sort of like when President Gas busied himself with worthless wiretaps, ultimately (but indirectly) fraking up my friendship with Joey.
Saturday was fairly typical for a last-day-of-work day for Trish, save that we went to church. Sunday, we mostly just lounged around & watched movies, except Trish wrote an elaborate email to Gene Haire about her issues with the non-descoobied portion of the Scooby Club. The Scooby Club may not be right for everyone. Don't listen to your doctor if he tries to hit you over the head with a Scooby Club.
You better watch out for the Scoobies!
Then she screwed up sending it. I had to look around; for some reason, it'd wound up on the desktop. I promptly clicked SEND & she was all happy.
Joe called yesterday, but it was right during supper -- leftovers; I concocted a goulash of mac & cheese, hamburger & chili. I asked him to call back later; he said Elyana was fixing something herself; apparently, we got our wires crossed somewhere.
But my real reason for getting up early is that I want to work on TC again for a little bit. I don't usually find time on days off -- though I might go back to bed; I have a fraking headache: I think I'll get coffee instead.
It's also around 6:35; I woke up at 6:00, to use the toilet, & decided to stay up.
Meanwhile, back in the news President Gas met with bikers; & the Department of Homeland Security wastes a lot of money on issues other than "homeland security". Sort of like when President Gas busied himself with worthless wiretaps, ultimately (but indirectly) fraking up my friendship with Joey.
Saturday was fairly typical for a last-day-of-work day for Trish, save that we went to church. Sunday, we mostly just lounged around & watched movies, except Trish wrote an elaborate email to Gene Haire about her issues with the non-descoobied portion of the Scooby Club. The Scooby Club may not be right for everyone. Don't listen to your doctor if he tries to hit you over the head with a Scooby Club.
You better watch out for the Scoobies!
Then she screwed up sending it. I had to look around; for some reason, it'd wound up on the desktop. I promptly clicked SEND & she was all happy.
Joe called yesterday, but it was right during supper -- leftovers; I concocted a goulash of mac & cheese, hamburger & chili. I asked him to call back later; he said Elyana was fixing something herself; apparently, we got our wires crossed somewhere.
But my real reason for getting up early is that I want to work on TC again for a little bit. I don't usually find time on days off -- though I might go back to bed; I have a fraking headache: I think I'll get coffee instead.
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