my dreams of an utterly productive sunday morning have been sabotaged by my constant, unstoppable daydreaming. i had grand plans of finishing the nipple story, burning some photos to CD, backing up iwilldare.com, showering, laundry, dishes, and making tuna salad before heading off to the No Buzz Kill BBQ.
but i’m having no such luck with a great majority of the list. my brain is filled with pink cotton candy and i keep staring off into space thinking about boys and men, ollies and organized hair, densiometers and dancing bugs. i sit down to write and my eyes drift off and the next thing i know, it’s a full 10 minutes later. this will never do.