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This weekend was jammed full of stuff, including Krista’s party (lotsa food, lotsa tequila, maybe some drunken body shots), a city rendezvous with my old friend from middle school, Briana, and her husband, and trips to Train World. There was even a second party in the mix that we were just too exhausted to make it to. Maybe it’s just the general festiveness in the air, but I always feel like this time of year gets filled up so quickly with Things To Do. Yes, most of these things are pleasant and involve food, gathering, or shopping, but there is always a tinge of remorse linked to giving up lots of open weekends.
Why does Paris Hilton have a monkey? She has officially jumped the shark. The end.
So if I have jury duty tomorrow, this will be my last entry for the week, as No Internet At Home is in full operation and anyway: Thanksgiving, etc. Are you reading blogs on Thanksgiving? Shouldn’t you be getting tipsy, eating too much, then going to see a movie, then coming home for seconds, then watching more television?
The weather here is dark and stormy, which makes for excellent sleeping. The cats don’t know what to do with themselves, so just turn on sleep mode and lay low until the sun comes out again and confirms it is actually the morning. This means hours of uninterrupted sleeping for me and lots of drawn out crazy dreams with recurring characters and plot development. I love long, involved dreams, I really do. Waking up, I always feel like I’ve just come back from a very strange vacation.
Okay seriously: who’s going to get me a puggle?
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