The CD I got at Hastings is worth it just to have a copy of this song.
Whoops, I better get ready for work now.
Last night after I got under my new comforter and what-not I thought, "Now I just need to christen them."
Uh, yeah, excuse me while I run from myself. Never mind some other interesting developments and considerations.
PS: Since I have a robe now, I may not wear clothes around the house anymore. *hides*
I felt like going to bed early so I got ready and under the covers (They aren't as soft or form-fitting as I would prefer; I'm hoping a wash will fix that... meh). I started watching Wedding Planner from where I fell asleep yesterday, but very quickly decided I wasn't in the mood to watch something with romance in it, especially not something I know the story line oh-so-well to. I decided to go downstairs and get one of the other movies I had on DVD, some soda (even though it will do horrible things to my bladder this late at night), and maybe some food (which turned out to be the last slice of cinnamon pie, tortilla chips, and dip... yeah). Well, there was just one problem to leaving my room: I needed to put something on. Of course I grabbed the robe and trotted downstairs.
When I got downstairs my sister said, "You look like an old man. No, you look like a gay old man."
Uh, great, thanks.