I was tired when I got home from work today, so I was going to take a nap. I went and took out my contacts and grabbed a book, so that I could read until I fell asleep.
This was three hours ago.
Instead of sleeping, I have been reading. But I haven't been reading the book, I've been reading blogs. And trying to desperately remember the password to my online banking, because they changed how I have to log in and I only did it once and goddammit I really need to get in there because apparently my electric bill is still fucked to high heaven.
But I can't, so I have to wait until the helpful IT people reset my account. And now that I've outblogged myself, I am hungry.
And maybe I should read that book. Or do my homework. Or finish painting my new chairs. Or start the sewing project I have to have done for Christmas. Or clean my house. Or finish painting the boxes I bought for my supplies in occasional Pagan leanings.
Or fucking go to sleep already.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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2 comments:
Hi french. I thought I'd visit you for a change. I'm enjoying your blog - you're very lucky to have recognized your sexual needs so early in life. Some of us are um, late bloomers.*g*
Well hello there, and welcome :) I'm glad you're enjoying it!
And there's nothing wrong with being a late bloomer. I think everyone blooms when they're ready.
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