Tuesday Night

And it's looking like toasted sandwiches again. Like I had for lunch. Today at work two regulars from Waring Taylor came and visited me and I felt special, and LOVED. I love to feel loved. It makes me warm and snuggly inside. Of course, they did also want coffee, but they were all chatty and Robyn the Canadian Diplomatic Secretary told me that Louisa wasn't as cool as me. This kind of thing always makes me happy. Yeah! Robyn likes me more than Louisa! Tonight I plan to knit and clean some. And do my laundry and have a shower. And watch tv and read and do all those good things that one does on a cold winter's week day night... when the weather seems so conducive to staying inside and hiding from the world in general. In summer I'm all like "Yeah! Outside is cool!" But at the moment I am emphatically not. The Mysterious Pasdesignal asks Zsa Zsa what happened to all her good intentions on Friday Night. The short answer to this is: drinking games with nineteen year old boys on an empty stomach. I'm never going to a work function ever again. I always acquit myself poorly.