March 18, 2002 :: 10:34 a.m.
sheep got your buttons?
Yeah, so my alarm went off at 7:45 this morning, causing me great pain and many minutes of blurry eyes. Eck. My dad is having a cyst of some sort removed today and my mom has to drive him home from the hospital, so it fell upon me, the child with the car, to take Adam (brother) to work. No biggie, though. Now I'm up and I'm glad about that, because being up is more productive than being asleep if only because my fingers are moving. I couldn't write this in my sleep, could I?
You never know, though. I could sleep-type or something.
I love having the house to myself because I get to listen to music at volumes that would otherwise be unacceptable. Hurrah for an empty house! Woo! Gotta love sitting around, watching Food TV and listening to Breakfast at Tiffany's. It's a lovely time.
There are baby sheep on the way back to the prison. I wave to them every time I go by. They're adorable. I want to bring one home and take him for walks. He could hike on the trail with me and things. It would be cute.
Sometime this week I'm taking my car to Grantville (the home of my father's mechanic) for a check-up. It's getting old and sick, I think. Or maybe there's just a minor problem that can be fixed. There's nothing horribly wrong with it, but it has this tendency to just lose power. I'll be driving and it'll just start to slow down, and no matter how hard I push the gas it won't accelerate. Not on hills or anything, either; we're talking flat road, here. It's no good. So hopefully my baby will get taken care of there, and won't be gone too long. I get antsy and cannot live without my car. Eep.
I wish to make a stir-fry for dinner tonight. Perhaps I shall venture to the grocery store with my meager 13 dollars and pick up veggies and things. Mmm. Yeah. I have to shower first, though, because my hair looks very much like a bird's nest after a big fat storm. You know, pieces sticking out all over the place. Jars of fun!
(Cookies for anyone who gets the Bj�rk reference.)
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