after getting entirely too drunk last night, i got up at 8 am today, in anticipation of the ups man bearing packages with threadless t-shirts and converse shoes. so even though i really wanted to go back to sleep, i stayed up until the ups guy came by at 11:30 a.m. yay! new things!
but also, there was a third package that i knew nothing about on my stoop. it was a package from my parents.
sigh. and that's when i decided i needed to drink tonight.
see, my parents send me these stupid gift packages that usually involve three x-large shirts and two pairs of large pajamas and lots and lots of fattening crap in there. i usually end up throwing most of it out.
gah.
anyway. went back to sleep after that until around 3. then got up, put on a new shirt and some new shoes, and went to bookpeople, where i bought a couple of books (new sarah vowell!).
now, i'm home, eating din-din, watching young and the restless on soapnet, and plotting where i will drink tonight. considering all the fucking fog, it might be a nasty's night.
oh yeah, and the fucking fog. what, do we live in england now? i feel like i'm gonna be jack-the-rippered when i walk in my alley.
that's all.
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i really like using "jack the rippered" as a verb. we should try that more with different serial killers names... sounds like a fun friday event.
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