I had this great post written in entirety this afternoon. Well, by entirety, I mean I had like, the first two sentences written. Maybe one sentence.
Anyway, it was great.
I’m constantly doing that. Writing blog posts, and other things, in my head. I have the inflection down, I know exactly what I’m going to italicize and everything. It’s freaking sweet.
Then I say, I should write this down. No, it’s okay. I’ll remember it!
Guess how many times I’ve actually remembered it.
So this is what you get instead.
I really should start carrying paper with me.
Tomorrow is Thursday, i.e. my Friday. I know I’m going to end up pulling out my jeans before I remember. I wish it really was Friday, but I’m okay with having to wear dress pants tomorrow because it’s supposed to be hot again and dress pants are much breezier than jeans. Wow, that was an awesome sentence.
And then on Friday? Totally sleeping in until like, 7. Whoa, look out. I’m a rebel.
Nothing too fancy about the weekend. I’m spending it studying, mostly. There’s a block party on Monday and I’ll probably do my usual: make three or four things, drop them off, eat food and leave. I’m not too terribly concerned with making nice with my neighbors.
Besides, the teenage kid on the corner might run me over with his car. Whippersnapper.
