255 Days and Counting

Back on the teamsters job today. Need a really hip CB handle.

I gotsta find another job.

Class starts with a 9-4 math and EKG interpretation bonanza day after next.

Start with a bang.

I already miss my love. And I have reading to do.

Grump.

My rolls were thumbs down.

I am vaguely hungover.

It's raining on and off.

Maybe it will clear up and I'll go for a bike ride.

Or maybe it won't clear up and I'll go for a nap.

Whichever.

Oh, hey. Wanna hear a funny story about a sex toy falling out of my wadded up sheets and onto my mom's laundry room tile?

No?

Ok then.

Maybe another time...

Biga to Buns

Up early this morning playing baker.

Rolls are on their last rise now.

Destined for dinner tonight if they turn out.

Was going to go for a bike ride, but it is drizzling here.

Finished unpacking everything and putting things back together from the frenzy of last night.

There's a little voice calling to me from somewhere close by, can just barely make it out...

Sounds like the bed needs company.

Everyone should try taking a nap while their bread rises.

Very nice.

Night night.

Back (In Black)

Me 'n' Cat have returned to the wheat state.

The hardest part of long distance is transition.

Going from together to apart is... bumpy.

Just now opened a box and was rewarded with a burst of packing peanuts raining down on the coffee table.

Seems textbooks are quite fragile and require a small mountain of styrofoam for shipping.

Who knew?

I've been manically organizing closets all evening.

Come over for a drink.

Doors open.