Staying home again
March 5th, 2008
Once this is over I am putting up a tent and living in the back yard for a month. Just to not be in the house.
Wait. No. I will get shot and killed. Fudge. Well, I will think of something to demarcate most strikingly the transition from “house-bound crippled chick” to “regular chick who goes places.” Sounds like there should be a roasted goat involved at some point.
So today is going to be more of the same that yesterday was, including pondering on my unwanted, unnecessary and yet still intensely painful reproductive cycle. Oh, and hoping that the carpet installers from next door are caught in a snowdrift somewhere and can’t get back here today to bang on my walls for 8 hours straight while they blast EZ listening music.
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