It's late Tuesday afternoon and I am waiting for a movie to come on. Namely, Repo Men with Jude Law. It's sad to even admit because that movie made all of $5.00 at the box office, but it is something to watch and I will get my money's worth of my $200 monthly cable bill.
I also have my ceiling fan on and the heat going at the same time which kind of defeats the purpose of the heat, but that's the only way I can comfortably sleep. But I'm not sleeping right now so having the ceiling fan on is pointless, but I don't have the energy to turn it off so I will just sit here in my bed and have the upper half of my body freeze due to laziness.
All these thoughts are words on a techno which I in small parts make my diary. I haven't had a diary since I was a teenager. It seems pretty silly and juvenile to have a diary so I guess when you become an adult they call it "keeping a journal."
I have something in my left eye and it's tearing up so I'm sorry if there are misspellings. I also just chipped a nail. Tragic.
This stream of consciousness thing is pretty cool and just saying what comes to mind is liberating and since I tend to do that wherever I am, it’s also pretty common for me.
I am wearing different socks because I can't locate the matching pairs. I think elves really live in my basement even though it's finished and not creepy ...maybe that's why they live there. They need somewhere warm and nice to steal socks and bake delicious, delicious cookies.
