Should I write a puzzle? I didn't fall asleep until midnight and when I popped up at 2ish, I was in the middle of a nightmare about being trapped in a crossword puzzle.
I really love being continent. When my grandmother had a prolapsed uterus, she became incontinent. Worrying about my uterus becoming an accessory is now in the top 25 on my "Worry To Do List".
Have you seen the movie Superbad? That was a continent killer... Get it? "I laughed so hard, I peed."
If Ellen Arkin married Adam Barkin and they spawned a fruit named Harkin, the kid's name would be Harkin Arkin Barkin. I can see it. The name screams rehab ready. He's almost three quarters of the way with the acronym HAB.
I started reading one of Wade Agnew's poetry books "Solace For A Starving Naked Alone Soul". So far, I'm really into it. He is wicked dark, yo. After I finish, I'll spill awwwl the dish.
Do you watch Mad Men? The second season just started. This season looks to be dishy-fab. I fucking love that show, so brilliant.
I think I wish I could fall back to sleep, though I don't think it's in the cards.
I have to FedEx my pops something. I was supposed to send it Saturday. I suck ass. Bad daughter, bad, bad, bad. Okay, Katie, let's really beat the shit out of ourselves, very productive. Wait, that was supposed to be inner-dialogue. That reminds me of a story my sister told me about the time she had dinner with a friend from school, one of those "first-time-friend-dates". She crossed that inner/outer dialogue boundary by punching herself in the leg three times while disclosing her inability to maintain a relationship. And she wonders why she can't catch a fellah?! Oy.
Do you remember double belts? I saw one the other day in red. The broad wearing it was also sporting shoulder pads. Really? Really.