it’s 3:03 p.m. and i haven’t gotten dressed yet. i’m trying not to feel guilty about such sloth. i know that i need to unwind and not wearing clothes helps, but it’s hard. i’m in one of those work-times where there’s 3,953,938 things to do and it’s frankly, freaking me out.

also one more conversation from last night:
“so what’s more difficult bowling or marriage,” todd asked me.
“i dunno,” i said. “i avoid both.”

and another thing, it’s weird because i’ve become like #1 girl to hit on at the bowling alley this year. which isn’t too surprising considering it’s usually only me and elaine there, and occassionally unnattractive smoochy lady. but really, it’s unusualy the hitting-onness. but what’s really, really funny is that it makes my dad so uncomfortable. which makes me laugh and laugh, more than the hitting-on, which he calls “hustling.”