I'm cranked up on Strongbow and Ikea cinnamon buns (lethal combo, I assure you). Nothing says good times like getting home exactly at midnight, as though I were Cinderella. Sadly, no Prince Charming has yet come by to see if my foot fits into some second-hand shoe yet. Though it is shortly after midnight. I'm talking shit. I should sleep.
On my new bed! Yea!
I went to buy sheets today and originally put them straight onto the bed, but then decided I should wash them first. This was time consuming, but I'm sure it will be worth it, especially since the sheets smelled a bit vinegary. I'm minutes away from jumping onto the bed and sprawling.
I enjoy the Irish Heather a great deal. Have I mentioned that before?
Remind me never to go to Ikea again. It sucks my paychecks up like a vacuum. I just wanted a couple sheets and a hanging organising thing, and wound up spending twice as much as I wanted to. Like Costco, it's hard to stay focused on what you need, resulting in fulfilling what you want.
If tomorrow is an Oilers game and you're invited to a barbeque, the people should either understand that you can't go because of the game, being Edmontonians, or they should excuse you at their house and allow you to watch the game. If not, go to the bbq, punch them out, and leave in time to see the puck drop, preferably grabbing a few beers in the process. Though, as previously mentioned, I'm pumped full of Strongbow, which makes me close to being clinically insane.
I hope there are no spelling mistakes. I hate spelling incorrectly, regardless of my state.
Currently reading :
The Catch
By Mark Mason
Release date: 31 January, 2004
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