i am having brunch tomorrow at 10. you are probably invited, i you could come by. i gots a lot of waffle batter in my fridge, just in case... but i think in the end not to many peeps are going to stop in tomorrow. oh well, more waffles for me.
sometimes i think this is just not the life for me... that i'd do much better all on my own. and then other times i like my life a lot and the thought of being on my own seems horrifying. i waver pretty regularly and extremely between the two, among other opposite feelings. it's getting old. (this is brought on by complete family cooperation fail on the brunch... they really shouldn't get any food at all, i tell ya).
it's too late and i feel lonely. i should probably go to bed instead of exacerbating it with interwebs.