weary

I am bored and cold at work, and still an hour exactly before I can leave. I'll go home and make alcoholic milkshakes and play Castlevania. I want to get out of here.

My email box usually contains good spam. My new favorite is the one titled "Paris is such bad girl." There are no naked pictures inside, just weird blue text and incomplete grammar. "inspire federal pingpong geeks hax0r breasts" and so on. It wasn't exactly that but hardly different.

I suppose since it is now more wintery weather I should stop wearing sandals.

Bring me tortellini with garlic and mozzarella, and a sauce made with cremini mushrooms.

almost friday

My bedspread is on sale. Too bad it's still more than I can afford. Maybe I should tell Melynda to get my slacker friends together and then could all pitch in for that. I think it's a great idea.