I voted today.
I added another class, a grad fiction workshop.
I hate my work environment. Which I think officially qualifies me as my parents.
I traumatized my dog yesterday. Grooming appointment.
The VMAs were boring.
This blog is boring.
I'm really excited about Kraft Macaroni & Cheese made with soy milk these days. The spiral noodles only, though. I'm not a troglodyte.
I'm reading You Remind Me of Me right now. More dog trauma.
I love Vanessa on Six Feet Under. And Keith. Nate, not so much.
The Killing is a really good movie.
The Last Boy is a very good book with extremely horrible grammar. I never thought that was possible. Maybe I'm dead inside.
I really hate it when I'm leaving a message for someone my boss told me to call and he yells at me from his office further things to tell the person.
I didn't get to run this morning.
Robert Lowell is a tricky bastard. In a good way.
My brother joined the navy.
I cut my fingernails at the office this morning. Civil disobedience, kinda.
I think this blog is over.