so. tired.

Mother's Day came and went; we had beef Marseilles and lemony bread pudding, during which I had to improvise the flavor of limoncello as we did not have the real thing. Turns out one tablespoon of lemon extract to three of Bacardi works. Who'da thunk it?

( Cut for TMI about dead Communists )

There, it's over now. Um, the TMI about dead Communists I mean.

The exciting bits of tomorrow: I get to go to Union County (KY). Blecch ptooey, but it'll all be over soon. (One hopes, at any rate.) I also hope my phone doesn't fart on me; the sonofabitch ran down yesterday and I'd just charged it Friday night. After today, a day of absolutely no use, I've got it plugged into the charger AGAIN because it's showing at half power.

4/202

It's been a while since I did one of these (what, 36 hours?), but here, have another. It has almost nothing to do with the last entry, promise.

( One thing I love )

OH JESUS

Like this Monday hasn't sucked enough, I am now getting telemarketing calls on my cell phone.

Yes, let's just ignore the federal Do Not Call list, which federal law requires you to check every 31 days. Also? My phone number went on there in December.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cry in the arms of my sekrit boyfriend. F'rinstance.