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Monday, January 17, 2005Killing Me Softly
For anyone who still reads this, my apologies for not having written since last Wednesday. I have no excuses - well, none that are legitimate.
Thursday came and went...
Friday came and went...
Saturday my mom came out to spend some time with me. Then she took me back to "the house" for the rest of the weekend. I did absolutely nothing except sit/lay on the sofa bundled up in a blanket and watch bad t.v. movies.
Sunday was like Saturday...
Monday was like Sunday except my parents drove me back to my place.
Ta Da, and there you have it. Now, I'm checking e-mail and getting ready to see what TiVo has blessed me with... it's like a new present... checking TiVo to see what good shows are going to waste hours of my time... WHOO HOO!
One thought occurred to me today that I thought I would make mention of: Ten years ago today (January 17th, 1995) Joe sent me a bouquet of flowers to celebrate our four-month-anniversary mark (which in high school was a BIG DEAL). That was to be the first of many flowers that he would give/send to me. ...Now that I think about it, though, I haven't gotten flowers from a guy in a really long time...
To top it off, Valentine's Day is coming. G-R-E-A-T. (Insert a roll of the eyes here.)