I am sitting at the computer avoiding the trip to Sam’s.
I want to run away to Mexico.
I wish my family was whole.
I love Chris, Hooper, my Prana pants (Magic Pants).
I miss J and Friday at Stonewall’s.
I fear that my boss will decide to retire and I’ll have to find a new job.
I hear Chris’s computer playing Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris.
I wonder if we will ever buy a house or my student loans will ever get payed off or if we’ll ever win the lottery, which would solve all those problems.
I regret going to OSU for grad-school.
I am not sure if I will ever be skinny.
I dance when I’m happy and my PCR reactions work.
I sing all the time.
I cry when I’m angry and tired and also at that stupid Cheerios commercial where the couple adopt those kids from Russia.
I am not always reading.
I make good cookies.
I write with poor grammar.
I confuse myself and Chris when I talk about work.
I need a kayak.
I should start running.
I start my vacation in one week!
I finish nothing.
I tag Chris