Wow, I really do blog more with this silly program.
Ever since my brother got a fedoras for his birthday, it’s now a rule that at any one time there must be at least one person walking around the house in a fancy hat.
And the closest I will get to reading the newspaper everyday is when I use it as a placemat for my supper. But I really do read the bits that aren’t covered by the bowl.
My dog barked at me when I was scrounging around in the kitchen. Fuck, it’s seriously the only sight that makes me feel any sense of guilt (the pile of stats notes on my desk included). That white fluffy thing with those round black eyes staring at me through the kitchen door.
Sigh.
