I was going to write about my neighbors. How the old, crooked man afflicted by post-traumatic stress disorder from Vietnam can’t sleep indoors so he sleeps in a chair on the porch, all folded in two. And how he goes out to work on his motorcycle with no shirt over his humongous beer belly. But mostly how, when late one night I arrived home, he was outside next to my parking space, feather-dusting his PT Cruiser.
You heard me. Feather-dusting.
But I don’t think I’ll write about him. Maybe one day when I have a picture of his pitiful self wrapped up like a bug in a rug on their porch. Maybe then.
St. Patrick’s Day was fun. We had friends over, and they completely surprised/shocked me by bringing gifts for my birthday. Four books and a 4 awesome drink glasses. I’ve already read three of the books. The Dragonlance ones. Now I have to somehow inform the LotR that we simply need to get another bookshelf and go on a run to Bookman’s for more.
I have simply consumed this last week with stuff. I couldn’t really say what stuff, but I have.
Spanish mid-term is coming up. I’m just waiting for the professor to grade my last homework assignment, the dreaded spanish essay. Then it’s on to the end. I also have the exam for my LOMA course. I get to find out tomorrow when I can take that.
So, the Elvis epidemic seems to finally be at an end. Thank goodness for all involved.
Today I wanted to go to the gym, but the LotR didn’t really want to. By the time I convinced him to go, I had already decided that I would rather stay home and exercise. So I did. But not much. I’ll just have to work it all out during the basketball game tomorrow night. Speaking of which, we are playing a completely defeated team. If we lose…
At least I’m keeping up the tanning. The LotR says I look unnaturally brown now - but how can that be, when every time I wear shorts or a skirt people say ‘Ah! You’re so WHITE!’
We’ll see.
And now I must run off to bed since I stayed up too late last night trying to cram in the last book.
