It’s late and I’m tired and I’m completely convinced that nothing good could come of the two. Unfortunately, tonight the "no good" I’m up to is anything but exciting.
I just baked cookies, rifled through some cd’s looking for a little oldies love, and am about to take a bath. At one point I turned off all the lights in the kitchen so that I might spy on my neighbor (not a usual activity for me but this one has an eye patch and I’m fascinated), I also took out the recycling in a robe that I think I stole from some costume shop somewhere, and I drew stick figures on the mirror in the bathroom just because I felt like sitting on the sink.
Even I am bored with me tonight.
The good news is, I’m not usually like this. I blame a moon that must be ascending into something somewhere and is either full, nearly, or not. I blame the weather. I blame my inevitably flat tire.
Any knights care to bear their shining armor?
I prefer tall knights with long swords and sharp tongues. I prefer knights that don’t necessarily think that last sentence was dirty. I prefer knights with tables that are, for the most part, superbly well rounded.
Rescue me?
Why must I always think in the form of terrible personals ads?
Come here libido, you’ve gotten out of control.
