Bi%ch slap me, Auburn!

ARRGGGHHH! I am so tired of working on stuff for this effing class!! Which I'm obviously not doing at this exact moment, but still. I feel like I sit at the dining room table all day, staring at the stairs and this green vase with the fake grass in it, willing something intelligent to come into my brain about (wait for it...) philosophy of music education. Big, fat LE SIGH. And it's beautiful outside. Of course, let's be realistic. If I wasn't sitting here working on this stuff, what would I be doing? Probably watching TV. And knitting. Which is not really anymore productive per se. But it's more fun.

I think I'm going to head to the Sherriff's office and get fingerprinted. That will add some excitement to my day.

Oh, and don't go getting too excited but it's entirely possible that the book is in the works. Don't pressure me or I won't do it. But there's an idea that I can't stop thinking about. That's a bad sentence. I don't like to end things with a preposition. Let's just say I have an idea.

My dog just tried to eat a fly. Funny stuff.

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