I had a long entry just typed in here about my really crappy day. Nice and detailed, exploring deep feelings of distress and self-immolation. Then I managed to screw up and bump the browser to an e-mail link, and completely wiped out everything I had written.
So as my dad would say, "tough shit".
If it's really that important to you, drop me an e-mail and I'll share the sordid details. Otherwise, I'm giving up for the day.
Slept a lot. Took the dog to the dog park, where it was way too cold and icy for dog fun but she was a trooper anyway. Having chili for dinner. Read (lj user="jmanna">'s Barry Ween collection which was quite fun. Bought a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos which are so not good for me but I ate 'em anyway (and shared some with the dog who apparently loves Flamin' Hot Cheetos).
Might watch a movie, might not.
The phone hasn't rung all day.
I was fondly remembering when I was back in high school when we used to spend hours making out. In the car, in the basement of the parent's house; wherever we were it was always a long involved excellent process.
These days, high school girls are all about speed. It's a few minutes of pleasure followed by a "leave twenty bucks on the dresser".
It's just not the same.