Biting my tongue, big time.
Remembering accidental footsie.
Had a nice night and didn't get too paranoid.
I thought we'd moved beyond this bullshit. I guess not.
I took too long a nap earlier. Now I'll be up forever.
Lots of horizontal lightning. Way cool.
Sitting in my garage with LaptopGirl's cat. It's about to storm, and the humidity is a billion percent.
I ate waaaaaay too much.
I wish she wasn't so damn beautiful all the time.
That was fucking creepy.
This is stupid. Glaring at my phone like it's actually going to do something. I'm going to lunch. By myself.
I slept forever. I think I almost feel refreshed.
I can see you, you know. Skulking around. You're not as sneaky as you think.
It's not because I don't care. It's only because I get tired of waving at a statue.
In Chicago. Have an hour-long layover. Oh the joy.
Boarding for Chicago now...
(draft) Color of clear dark tea. Nice whitish head. Aroma and flavor of light roasted malts. Finish a little dry. Quite good.
Because Delta sucks so hard, now I won't be getting home until after 6:00.
Looks like it's supposed to storm all day back home. I hope my flight doesn't get delayed.
"Embrace your life, find out what it is that you love, and pursue it with all your soul. For if you do not, when you come to die, you will find that you have not lived." -- from a book I'm reading
I'm still hungry. I should have gotten the 12-oz steak instead of the 8-oz one.
That's what it says on a bumper sticker on a car parked outside. While I appreciate the sentiment, I can't say that I'm in favor of putting it on a bumper sticker like that.
...all over again.
So far, every woman I've talked to in Wisconsin has been a bitch. Must be something in the cheese.