Hello! I’m back! And rather than bore you with where I’ve been (hint: not Bali), I will just say that I have been exceedingly busy (as usual). But anyway, blah-dee-blah, I survived. And in the meantime, N and I managed to get away for Valentine’s Day. Sort of.
I was reading this post of Swistle’s and it (and the comments) got me thinking.
I have never lived in a house (or apartment) without a dishwasher. I mean, yeah, I lived in the dorm my freshman year of college, but there was a dining hall so it wasn’t like I was doing a lot of [...]
This is what I’m dealing with, people. STILL. And you wonder why I’m half insane.
I’m going through one of my occasional bouts of insomnia. This happens to me every six months or so, I have about a week-long period where my sleep is for crap. This time it’s made worse by the fact that N’s CPAP machine seems to be having issues.
As I’ve mentioned before, I love me some Jason Statham. So into the queue went The Bank Job. In addition to Statham-related yummyness, it had the added bonus of being a movie that N would watch with me. Those are few and far between.
