This is just something I've been messing with lately. The idea is that I can email these little snippets to my site, and then you people can read them. These will, in theory, be stupid things that aren't worth a real blog entry.
WondersPart of me says that I'm tired, because I didn't sleep much last night, but another part of me says it's not even 8:30 so I shouldn't be tired at all. Ah, the wonders of jet lag.BetterTalked to StupidGirl for two hours after I got home. She feels better now. Not sure I do.ClassicWatching Better Off Dead.HomeI'm home now. I don't know why. My cats are happy, though.HoustonIt's a lot warmer here than the last time, and definitely warmer than Las Vegas was or home will be.StupidAt the stupid airport, waiting to get on the stupid plane and go back to stupid home.SubduedBrilliantMaybe if we never go to bed then we never have to get up so she never has to take me to the airport! It's a brilliant plan, I tell you!TimeIt's been dragging all day, but in an hour it's going to start flying. Our last night together, for months, maybe forever.ExcitedI'm excited to see my kitties tomorrow!Goodbye cruel worldStupidGirl just made me, made me, drink a shot of scotch and a shot of tequila. And she's not even Holly. I will probably die now.AloneTaking a nap by myself.NamesGirls like my shirt here. They keep telling me their names. As if I care.ObligatoryTwoBack at the hotel. Only two days left.For StupidGirlAnticipationThe damn anticipation is killing me! Five more hours...Playing with filtersBreakfastI keep eating breakfast. It's so unlike me.GrrrShe'll sure have her work cut out for her tonight.NotThat was a brilliant thing to do.BoredLooking for something to do, I came to Caesar's Palace. I'm trying to find the little bar where I met Aretha Franklin in 1992. She's probably gone by now, though.Words to live by"It's not too late, to whip it, whip it good!" -- DevoHotStupidGirl gave me some jeans and a shirt and some shoes for my birthday. Now I'm convinced that I look hot. Me, of all people.VacationA good way to tell if you're on vacation is if it's 5:00 AM and you're sore as hell and you're having a Rogue Shakespeare Stout for breakfast.