i woke up this morning and rolled over to find no waist to put my arm around and was briefly confused... until i remembered he went home last night. and then i was pleased with the fact that i was confused because he was not there and promptly went back to sleep.

it is chilly here with my orange drink THAT IS DEFINETLY NOT SODA and my 60's reporter dress that i bought at that thrift store with elise like a year ago (and look not only does it fit now it's a little big) sans cute red belt.. i couldn't find it anywhere.. i hope i didn't throw it away.

and i remember why i was supposed to excommunicate myself from the rest of the store when i moved over to business sales. people like to give advice and they may not always know what they are talking about.

it is friday. what will i do tonight? friday night things? no, probably i will go home and clean and exercise because i have slacked off the past two days... and tomorrow, there are things to do in the early morning, fishes to swim with and creatures to see--barring rain and red death of course.

more importantly, what do i want for lunch? what is this thing called lunch? what are the moral, religious, and philosophic implications of this lunch phenomenon?