I don't know why this was a strange day, but it was. Maybe it's because our breakfast never made it out of the frying pan, Maybe I inhaled too much sequins at the dance studio. But I did nothing today. Took the day off, professionally, personally, spiritually? I didn't eat lunch, unless you count that bag of Reese's Pieces. I listened to some music, edited some videos, dumped them on here (see below), and spent an hour or so on the phone with a dude who was 40% Spicolli and 60% Dude Lebowski trying to get our bedroom television fixed because it takes 15 minutes to turn the power on all of the sudden and i don't have time to pretend like I don't have time for that. We have to take it down off the wall and bring it into Scranton, which sucks, but Indian buffet... enough said. It'll be free (the TV, not the Indian buffet) because our model is part of some manufacturers recall with the capacitors or something... see? weird day. Once I willed the TV back on I watched most of the Alabama/A&M game. Why is it so easy to hate that little Manziel guy? I dread him coming to the NFL. I feel like we'll have another obnoxious Tebow situation. We just got rid of him. Now this dude. Miss Victoria, Yuula's dance teacher told us they may be tired today, that they're always tired after their first class. I didn't think anything of it, til Yuula took a four hour power nap. I almost didn't notice, just thought she was playing quietly. I look forward to my now accidental Saturday routine tho. Of doing nothing.
It's freezing cold out.
I read some obituaries.
I colored the junk mail.
I was accused of being a failed porn actor.
I let Judee sit on the couch with me during dinner.
Yuula threw all our sheets and pillows on the floor.
That's actually not weird, but a daily occurrence.
Laura stole a dude's wallet and was almost arrested.
I put parmesan cheese on my macaroni and cheese.
See?
Weird.
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