ye olde crapfest

hey hey hey! so it's sunday...(sort of) morning, and i thought i'd do some superwebbing before i get to cooking breakfast. zack has leapt into the 90s and hooked his computer up to the tv in here, so we never really have any reason to get off the couch. well, for the time being, until he can procure a wireless keyboard and mouse, if you wanna do any typing or mousing, you've gotta get right up next to the thing, but fuck it. still cool. we got up early and went to the grocery, bought meats and sweets and canned veggies and land o' lakes white american cheese sliced extra thin.

ol' lady jones here was in bed by 12 last night, and i don't care who hears about it. while you all were out filling your livers with toxins and getting drunken fitful sleep, i was perfectly sober and sleeping soundly with an 18-pound kittie on my head.

i missed out on the flea market yesterday, and also nishaan. poopy.

random thoughts, random junk...trying to think of what else i can tell you, and all i'm able to come up with is this: neil young's such a woman is on and i think maybe i'll sing along and get a tear.