tallmikewine

Hmmmm, Sunday. Another job interview today. Cleaning the catbox (oh boy), and relaxing a bit because it's Sunday and that's what we do, right?

Plus I was up late last night. Went on date #2 with Cute Veterinarian. I'll say no more, because being a gentleman means not kissing (and perhaps staying up all night making animal noises with Cute Veterinarian) and telling. You think she would tell me if I were hu*g like a hor*e?

Bad Man, I'm a Bad Man.

Cough, cough, cough. The slight tickle in the uppper lung area seem to finally be progressing into a cold, or at least a more severe hacking cough. It's been like a month of just low-level coughing. Makes me sound like a smoker (which I've never been), thus someone more interesting than I have the right to be thought of.

The sun is out here, but is it okay if I just stay inside and play? I'm almost caught up on my New Yorker issues. And that's not easy to do.

Odd correspondence with The Ex. Creeping me out a bit. That's all I can say.

I'm sure there's more but it's not coming out.

Thanks for reading...