boy. it doesn’t feel like a tuesday. no, it definitely feels like a monday. but i guess that’s ok, because it’s not really monday, and the weekend is even closer than it… seems. despite falling asleep several times during Miller’s Crossing and failing to make pesto, I had what you would call a “fantastic” weekend. slow. steady. mellow. i spent $100 on bras alone. i ate enchiladas. i even played basketball. so plodding through another week feels like such a… shame.
this weekend, tim managed to convince me to take him up on a challenge: no cheese for 90 days starting this saturday (that means Friday is going to be a cheese bomb at the Parlor). i’m actually looking forward to it… my diet for these past few weeks has left me feeling like a hunk of swiss cheese (and looking the part to boot). no more, i say!
well, i’m not really feeling blogtacular at the moment. so i’ll call this one an entry. peace out.
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