Sometimes I wish these were more like actual journal entries, but I know I get too self-conscious for that. I wish I could write entries that are as free-flowing as friends I know. I dunno. Hard to explain what I mean. Argh.
It’s good to finally be able to walk around outside in a sleeveless shirt, feel a warm breeze. Not so good to awaken at 2am with a fresh mosquito bite.
Tonight I went to the gym, and after thirty minutes of cardio I went home and did a hundred crunches and about two hundred shadowboxing punches. Stretching. Made a nice taco salad, all healthy and shit. I’m over at Brian’s now, watching Adult Swim on the Cartoon Network.
We’ve been fantasizing about purchasing a home in about a year or so. The idea of owning my own house is absolutely intoxicating. I’m drunk now.
spring is here
Spring is truely here. Alphie brought in a live finch (twice) of course he doesn’t know what to do with it once he’s caught it. So I open the door to the back deck and take a towel and “shoo” it toward the opening. Finally got the idea. The cats all stood there with dumb looks on their faces. “He didn’t want to stay and play?”
Love, Mom
YAY house! I’m drunk for you! Imagine all those rooms, and a yard and stuff. And of course other things, but. A house.
waving hello to Jane’s mom