So I’m in my private world, but I have visitors. My three and almost two-year-old nieces who stumble in and out of the room because Geb forbid me to put a lock on the door. I can’t understand how two girls can make so much noise with a door.That and, you know, I can’t read any of my favorite blogs, not because they contain pornography, but their ads do. Oh well, perhaps I shall venture into reading the many various reason why the chicken crossed the road. Or better yet, figure out why the atheist crossed the road.
They’re gone, so I can resume my daily routine of checking out blogs. But now Better Off Dead is on and that has captured my attention. I’m really have a Hadley type of day; if Pretty in Pink‘s on, then I’m really set. Earlier, by the way, I should mention, Sixteen Candles was on.
I should really pick up a book and read something. Or write something. I still have that article I have to rewrite, but been putting it off because of the depression that has sent in. I suppose anything is better than just sitting on my ass and staring at this screen.
