Day five of the smoke out. I don’t even want to talk about it. The mere mention of smoking and you may get punched out.
I pinched a nerve in my neck and I can’t turn toward the right at all. I feel like a robot.
I blame this on two days of laying in bed sick.
Gertie wasn’t complaining.
She is now at the boyfriend’s parents’ home where she is probably in the bed right now.
The boyfriend’s mom blew up her microwave today. So she unplugged it.
It makes perfect sense to me. I like her style.
I now understand the decibels that the boyfriend can reach when he yells at KU on the TV. Between him and his father, I heard it in stereo tonight.
Today is Justin’s birthday. I am supposed to be coming up with an art gallery in the Crossroads district to visit during our night out on Friday. I’m at a loss. But I purchased a cute new cardigan to wear. That has to count for something?
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HCdRk0o5yk
hang in there on the smoking, I remember what it’s like!