Bob bought me flowers. When I got out of bed today and walked into the loft, they were sitting on my desk. Geek Love is the best Love. End of story. — Return of the Mack Mark Morrison …because it’s apparently the only song they play in Saints Row the 3rd
I’ve had a headache since Thursday night. I’d very much appreciate it if Bob would drill a hole in the side of my head to release some pressure, but he refuses to do it. Whatever, dude. What. Ever. It was probably a bit overly ambitious of me to start three new writing projects in the span of a week, but I’ve written a collective 24,000 words on those three projects so shut-up. Sure that means…
In the past several months, Bob and I have been having frequent conversations about my various writing projects. I rattle off the scenario rolling around in my head. He asks me to clarify which story we’re talking about because he can’t keep them all straight. Then he asks “why?” a lot about whatever it is I’m talking about. Most of the time I can’t answer. And then he probes further, picking my brain for answers…
And then Bob came home from work carrying dinner. And with the news that he has the entire next week off from work for my birthday and Thanksgiving. Spoiled? Yes. Yes I am. We also have an appointment Tuesday to get my car fixed so it is safely drivable again. Though we’ll still need to figure out when we’re going to get the bumper fixed. I should probably get that post written about our trip…
Andy Grammer and the sad lamp. Sounds like some sort of after school special. Happy Monday. Or something. My retinas are burning. — Fine By Me Andy Grammer
Did I really just get an email (a form email, but an email nonetheless) pitching for me to join my blog with some social blogging site? Seriously? *snerk* Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaahaaaa…ha…ha…ha… Ha. Ha. No. I don’t think so. — Run Matt Nathanson
