it’s 10:30 p.m. on a saturday and i am going to bed. how lame is that? i remember in the olden days when i would just be getting ready to go out. in fact, this would be a bit early. we usually didn’t hit the town until 11ish.

of course this might have a lot to do with getting up at 7 in the a.m. stinky. we were supposed to go to garage sales but it was sorta crappy and cold out. so we just went regular old shopping. i fell in love with some darling red flannel sheets with comets, moons and stars on them. i wanted them with all my greedy, capitalistic heart. sadly, they did not have them in my size. this is the story of my life.

tomorrow i will clean up and grocery shop and do much writing. i have big news to tell you darling ones, but i am much too tired to be coherent about my thoughts on this news at the moment.

are you all waiting on the edge of your seat?