what the hell?
The Internet is playing dumb again. I might have to slap it around.
I just finished the crappiest cup of coffee ever. Anyway, I slept in very late today and what's even more bizarre is that the baby let me. When I went into his room to get him he was just chilling, playing with his stuffed puppy and squishing around in a poopy diaper. Very odd. I bet he's smoking pot. In any case, I get this sneaking feeling that I'm not going to get any real work done today. That's partly due to the fact that I'm all discouraged about the PG situation. No, I haven't called to find out the real deal yet but I just don't feel like it.
Hmmm…
In this, my first real entry since I've been back, I feel like I should tell you all a bunch of amusing anecdotes about my time in Conneaut but I just can't get it up. I will tell you this little tidbit:
One evening the boyfriend and I went to this goofy barbeque restaurant called the Stable Pit N Pub. Lots of Aqua Net, lots of wood panelling. Sitting there I kind of felt like I was in a Coen Brothers movie. When the waitress, a perky blonde of about 18, came up to our table the conversation went thusly:
Her: Hi, guys, I'm *blahblahblah* and I'll be your server tonight
Us: Hi
Her: Can I get you anything to dr–*stops dead in her tracks when she looks at me* Wow! You look soooooooooo tired!
Me: *blink blink* Uh, thanks.
Also during that week my godson told me that I looked like a maid (I was sweeping the kitchen floor after letting him and his 5 brothers make messes for 3 days) and his father told me that I looked like a peasant. I think all of these comparisons can be traced back to my tendency to wear my do-rag, regardless of the setting. In any case, I'm feeling not so hot.
Ugh, the baby is intent on getting injured. I have to go intervene.
Later.
