I just remembered that my friend and I were going to get 1-hour massages next weekend, and I can’t because of another commitment. This made me sad. But I can’t tell if I want a massage or a chiropractor, anyway.
The Copperhead Grille on Airport is really slow, but damn the food is good. Especially when you go with four other people, are crammed into a tiny booth because everyone already claimed the big ones for March Madness on the big TV’s, and vent/complain about everything for 1.5 hours. How do you even get out of work to watch March Madness before noon?
My hair lasted down and curly for a record six hours today.
An African travel agency just requested to follow me on Twitter. Huh?
I just signed up at artfire.com to sell some of my knit/crochet stuff. I like them a ton better than etsy.com for some reason, but I couldn’t tell you why. I think etsy became really snobby, maybe.
I want to know what I do with my life that someone would say I have “the most active social life of anyone they know.” Are you friends with rocks?
Debating if we should do pizza or sit-down restaurant for dinner. Nick is placing bets I pass out by 8:00. I’m placing bets he’ll want to go to our friends’ house after dinner and I’ll end up passing out somewhere that isn’t my bed.
Tomorrow, I’m DIY-ing my way through a macro photo studio.
I’m enjoying my first weekend of no obligations for the first time since - omigod - before Halloween.
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