10:35 a.m.||||2001-12-04
unno...I'm a lazy lazy person. This house must be clean no later than 5:00, D's mom will be back this evening.
Baby's napping. I've been reading...my stats are terrible, because I'm boring. Or annoying. Possibly both. I broke my promise not to write an entry after reading...sucks the wind out of me...the birds are tweeting, the baby is on the couch behind the birds: tweet-a-tweet. Occasionally I point a finger at them and whisper, "you two!" They puff up and sideways glint me. Dave tells me they puff up when it's drafty. I know better. They are yellow and grey, they don't speak.
Seven animals reside in the basement of this house. Mama cat, black longhair. Let's see, the children...rascal (he's actually upstairs, banished, due to the fact that the others want him dead after he mysteriously diasappeared to the vet and came back just as mysteriously), princess, caesar, nibbles, and, and, the other one, whose handle I can never recall. The kids are white, fluffy poofs of puffy longhair-ness....they come bounding over the barrier between the kitchen and dining room like a counting excercise on Sesame Street. And the dog. Old, old girl. Sad, greying, forgotten for most of her life, stuck in the basement, katie. The animals in this house make me sad.
These birds, I swear! Shaddup already!
Yesterday I went to Julio's for coffee and dual baby watching. Made fried chicken...watched part of a Bogart flick, talked about Recquiem for a Dream, which I haven't seen. Is there a "c" in recquiem? Doesn't look right.
I have nothing to say so I'm leaving....next time you see me ask did I, finish the laundry? Finish the book? Look for a job?
P.S. Las Vegas, Julio, Untitled, Candles.