This rocks like a rocking thing:
Every time Hurley is on screen I'm reminded of how much I miss him when he's not there.
I tried to watch The Unusuals. It didn't grab me.
Today is the birthday of two of my fictional characters. Sean Patrick is 146 today, while Raif is 58 (although, to be honest, I've changed his history so often, by the time I actually get everything written, he may end up younger in the "now"). I'm not sure why I chose April 16 for both of them, but it came out that way.
I have an ugly bruise on my knuckle. I don't know where it came from.
So I work out this morning and then eat like I'm starving. No wonder I can't lose any weight.
I opened the new bottle of Zeller Schwarze Katz I bought at BevMo. It's extremely good, probably the best ZSK I've ever tasted. The Reisling was very good, too. Slightly more expensive imports, hmmm. Yummy.
Next week we're having another "diversity" luncheon, wherein everyone is supposed to bring something indicative of one's heritage. I'm always torn between something Irish, something German, or something just plain American West.
I want to go back to Disneyland. Of course, I haven't been able to save for the laptop I wanted, either. Not that I'm unhappy with the six weeks of massage therapy, but it was an unplanned expense.
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