Yesterday, during the storm, the lights were flickering, and so I went to get some matches from the kitchen drawer, and I realized I now search through drawers like they do in the movies, all scrambly and dramatic. When did that happen?
I have finally scratched this itch. Now I can pretend to be indifferent to it all again. BTW, for those who haven't read it, it ends pretty much as suspected...
I also finished my sweater that I won't be able to wear until fall. I have to say it looks better off than on, because that style highlights my Willendorfian qualities. Now I am bereft and I have to find another project. I don't feel quite right without my fingers working away (shut up).
I've been hearing this commercial for 'Release - weight loss that works'. Well a) you know it doesn't work and b) release is one of those words that has a Connotation; either poo or orgasm depending on what kind of day I've had. I can almost feel a slackening in the sphincteral area every time I hear that commercial. Given that it's probably neat caffeine tablets, maybe that's not entirely inappropriate.