Rebel, Rebel

I'm such a rebel. I think sometimes when things get too hectic I rebel by spending an entire day in bed, on and off sleeping, eating, and watching TV. That's what I did today. I know I'm always late on these things, but I love "House." Hugh Laurie, hel-lo, woot.

Turn it off.

I know. I mince words. Like it's Sloppy Joe night. So: Sick. Fat. Frustrated. Lazy. (Strep?) Flake. Tearverged. Disappointed. Car battery dead. Four days now. Shut in. Four days now. All ready, set, strengthgathered to go play at big place in town, too, before discovery.

Joanna flaked, or tried to make it tomorrow. I was, momentarily, just overit.

Veggie Day

After the self-inflicted battle wounds of yesterday I really kept it mellow today. And I'm very black and white. Keeping it mellow means driving to get cookies and then watching 5 or 6 hours of Bravo. The Millionaire Matchmaker is starting afresh. I love that trashy show.

Madeline knocked over my water glass twice, and the second time I picked her up and sat her in the puddle. She loved it. Loved the whole thing. Guess I'm gonna be buying those stupid water bottles for a while.