My weekend started with me sitting ON MY BALCONY – literally the first time since I moved in that I sat on the balcony with somebody – and drinking panty remover, which is the nicest thing you can call Mike’s Hard Cranberry lemonade (note to self, bleaaaagh) with a friend. Fortunately there’s a big jug of fruit juice. And soon, the salad with hard cooked eggs.
The rest of the weekend hasn’t happened yet.
Katie’s birth certificate FINALLY ARRIVED. Note how I’ve kept my cakehole shut, because this situation has had me in seizures since the last time I complained of it here.
Other matters remain undecided and likewise sidewise. I should make phone calls. Apparently I’m helping with a documentary next week. More details as they become available.
Also, Sin City. It’s been an age since I went, and it should be peerlessly entertaining.
Also, I’m thinking of maybe finally buying a television.
I think I’ll finish rewatching Meet the Feebles. I got … uh … distracted, the last time I tried to watch it.
