I do not know why I'm still awake.
I took a trip el Fred Meyer at 10:45 for mascara.
Mascara and Aleve.
I'm not really sure why I went at that moment; I was sitting on my couch watching a "Chuck" re-run ("Already?! Didn't that show start like... four days ago?" I know, that's what I said. TV is crazy.) and all of a sudden I decided that 10:45 was the time for me to get some new mascara and a bottle of painkillers.
It was kind of nice, quiet and deserted so I could make my makeup decision in peace.
I will never understand why mascara is so heinously expensive.
And you can't buy the cheap stuff or you'll end up dealing with clumpy, tarantula lashes.
It's a dilemma. Quelle domage...
I've learned how to fold sweaters.
Yesterday, I folded sweater after sweater after...
I noticed that at one point I had reached sort of a zen moment and folding the sweaters was allowing me to meditate on... whatever I was meditating on.
As of late, I don't really have much to meditate on aside from whether or not I'm going to find a seat on the max on the way home.
It was kind of like knitting, very theraputic. I'd recommend it.
I usually have faith and confidence in my spelling skillz but using a version of Internet Explorer that doesn't have spellcheck makes me a bit nervous.
What if I misspell something?! What if I make an ERROR?!
No wonder I'm so tense in the shoulders...
I took a walk after I ate that spicy chik-in sandwich.
I felt like I couldn't justify such a poor decision without at least a little exercise.
It was a beautiful walk; everything smelled like fall and the leaves were falling as I walked passed the enormous houses.
It turned out to be an hour and a half long. This wasn't because I was so enamored with the scenery, or I wanted to really get the most out of those dead leaves.
Nay, I got lost.
How long have I lived here?
And now this:
Uh, what?
And this:
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