thedza

vacation
day three:
no matter what i do, i can't manage to sleep any longer than eight hours. i crashed last night at 9:30 and here it is 5:30 am, and i am wide awake.
today, i have to shovel my sidewalk for the damn mailman. my phone will probably get shut off because the bill is long overdue and he is too much of a pussy to step in a little snow to pick it up. plus he won't deliver my movies, what will i do without them?
it is absolutely freezing here. i can't seem to get my living room to warm up. the kitchen is about 180 degrees, but the rest of the house is ice cold.
i might go snowboarding tomorrow with TheOldOne, but that all depends on his arthitis.

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that's me and my pup, scout.

i shoveled off the stairs, and the mailman did come today. he brought me two harlequin romance novels. great, just what i needed. if i get billed for these, i am going to put on my flowing velvet gown, escape from this perilous dungeon, mount my white steed and ride off to kick fabio's ass, then make sweet, sweet love to him.