i’ve been up for hours. today i am experiencing that wonderful mix of productivity and utter slackitude. for instance, i have not managed to shower yet, but i have put on a bra. i haven’t done the dishes, but i did go to the grocery store (yes, it’s hardly after noon and i have already been to the grocery store. . . god i am a responsible adult)

of course now i am sitting in a sugar coma. at the grocery store i bought all sorts of good things (spinach, lettuce, peppers, onions, olives) but i couldn’t resist the donut holes. mmm, donuts.

they are the cinnamon sugar coated kind and each time i eat one my eyes roll to the back of my head in near orgasmic glee. this is one of the times it’s nice being single and alone, because i shove an entire donut hole in my mouth and not worry about grossing anyone out. well, except you darling ones. because i share everythign (i’ve mistyped this word so many times that now when i see it that way, it looks normal) with you.

as i am siting here i am getting together a game-plan for the day in my head. i need to clean the cesspool, i want to watch quills and meet the parents. i will need to shower beause i am sure orange tim can smell me all the way in hell (where he is located) and he’s never afriad to tell me that i stink. i want to read some stuff too and i need to write a few backwash columns. of course instead of actually doing any of these things, i just rather write about them. thinking about it is the first step, isn’t it?

i still haven’t shared the news with you yet, but i am not quite ready. i am still digesting it.