Thursday, May 29, 2008

Haven't got the boxes...yet.

So much for organizing! I haven't remembered to bring boxes home from work, how the hell hard can that be? Geez! I'm practicing my breathing. Good air in, bad air out. Count to ten. Good air in. Bad air out. Count to ten.
It's MD and YD time again. Those two couldn't get along if their lives depended on it and they would still fight then, hoping that the other would lose. Can you divorce your children? Please tell me I can!!! Neither of them ended up where they ultimately should have, but one is not here, the other is.
Anybody got a deserted island I can rent? Please? I really, really want to go there. I'm a good quiet tenant! Really!
I am ready for a vacation. I am thinking about spending the way too high of a price for gas to go to my dad's cabin all by myself and just meditate. Except that it scares me to be there all alone. (It's five miles from any town and weirdos drive down his road all the time to do stupid stuff. I don't think I would want to encounter one of them alone.) But it may be a little better than staying here at this point in time.
That is all. I gotta stop whining

1 comment:

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

WOuld your cell phone still work out in weirdo world? If yes, then go. If not, I forbid it!