It’s finally a normal temperature outside, and I keep thinking I should be out there taking advantage of it, but then I lie down until the urge passes. At least I have the windows open.
I have three birthday parties this weekend. Two of the birthday boys are turning 29. November 1976* must have been cold and lonely. (It took me way too long to do that math.)
My apartment needs to be cleaned and the slave girl seems to have disappeared again.
I’m waiting for my new bureau to be delivered, so that I can stand the box in the corner and look at it. Because it requires assembly, and I’m lazy. When I get it put together, it will be the first bureau I’ve owned in five years. I’m confused about how I’ve been organizing my underpants all this time.