That morbid portion of me is jonesing for some of Hurricane Whatever it's Name to stroll by San Diego and give us a downpour instead of lambasting the coastline with HUMIDITY. I can only imagine what the inland area feels like and choose to only imagine. Ugh. I might as well sleep in my underwear or in a bathtub with ice cubes.
In two and a half weeks, I might be unemployed for the first time in three years. It's kinda scary. And kind of thrilling because then I'll be able to watch my brand spanking new Veronica Mars dvds without interruption. Showers be damned, I'll have no one to impress. Five food groups a day be damned, popcorn has to account for at least two food groups.
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