So, I didn't want to go a whole new week without writing anything except list Friday, but I have been sitting here for a good half hour now and not one thing I have written has been coherent. I think I might have to do this in point form, which is kind of like a list only not really because there won't be any real* theme.
- My house is a disaster. My dad has been gone for four days and the whole place has gone to shit. Case and point: I just stepped on a fork.
- I also haven't worked in four days, and it's messing with my head. How did I go four months this summer and fall without a job? It is shocking that I did not become a complete hermit.
- The last episode ever of Studio 60 is on tonight. I am going to have to write start watching West Wing re-runs again for my Sorkin fix. Note: Kate, if you are reading this, I caught a snippet yesterday and Fitterer was there, so calm yourself.
- I went for supper with my grandparents at their retirement home tonight. Never has it been clearer where my terrible lack of social skills comes from. I always though my uncle Dave set the McCashin standard for immense dislike of interacting with strangers , but no, it's my grandmother. My grandpa actually loves talking to people, but only so he can mock them later. It would seem that I have inherited this trait also.
- I am really sick of both the colour and title of this blog. Perhaps I will change it someday soon.
I have to go clean my house now. That fork really hurt me. See you tomorrow for List Friday!
*'real' is not the word I wanted to use here, but I couldn't think of the one I actually meant. I kept thinking 'overriding' but that is not right. Suggestions anyone.
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