Going to Sam's now. I don't know why.
I can't figure out where to go now. This house is closing in on me, though,
so I have to go somewhere.
It looks like a crappy dreary day out my window.
That was my fucking life. You think I just walked away for no reason?
Not my damn fault. I tried my hardest, I really did. And fuck anyone who says that I didn't.
Drinking glaring drinking glaring cuddling drinking glaring snuggling drinking snuggling drinking snuggling drinking snuggling snuggling snuggling...
I wonder what we would have named our jazz band.
I could really abuse this thing. Say things that would be better left unsaid.
...is unexpected company bearing yummy beer.
Evansville is so lucky! They get HatGirl for the night.
What a stupid name for a horse.
Back home now. That was fun, I suppose.
It's very tempting, but I will resist. I will absolutely resist this urge. I've become so sick of being ignored.
I'm not really sad, but I've been right on the verge all day.
I just realized that I left my rock at home. I feel so naked without it.
I still feel bad that BadPickleGirl and I helped kill Eight Belles, by rooting for her to run so fast.
Next Saturday I get to be a guest beer judge at a smoked beer competition. I'm looking forward to it.
Looks like they've changed.
Of course I miss her. I'm not a damn robot.
Mustn't forget to buy cat food today, or my cats may not let me live through
Getting ready to think about maybe considering leaving my house. I need to
get beer and then go to my friend Eric's derby party.
That would probably be more trouble than it would be worth, though. Maybe
some other day I'll look into it some more.
I just thought of something cool! If I could email pictures to this thing...
Sending this one from my blackberry. That's the point of this quickie stuff, after all.