Oops, It's Not Yet Wed
Sep. 6th, 2005 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesLJ insists it's September 2nd, so I've been making all today's entries w/the self-inflicted incorrect date of 9/7. That's o'morrow. I think. Today IS Tu, right? Did I miss a day entirely? I'd lose my head if'n it weren't attached...
EDIT: Have changed all today's entries to reflect the actual (not imagined) date. Meanwhile, today's NOT a day to leave the house, at least not after Noon. Just got back from an incredibly frustrating shopping trip. No U-Turns started the expedition (you apparently can't get there from here) and it ended w/the slow as molasses in February in VT grocery bagger who decided to stuff everything into one bag (single-bagged) so that I needed two hands to hold/carry it plus stuck the bananas and marshmallows on the BOTTOM beneath the milk, cream, cans, and whatnot w/not-surprisingly the handle ripping as I carried it up the stairs to the front door. I need a stiff drink (whatEVER), but won't, 'cause I am going out yet again later tonight, this time for food and pleasure. And right now, outside, a woman is cleaning a rug by beating it mercilessly on the chain link fence: bash, crash, bash, crash. I wanna scream.
EDIT: Have changed all today's entries to reflect the actual (not imagined) date. Meanwhile, today's NOT a day to leave the house, at least not after Noon. Just got back from an incredibly frustrating shopping trip. No U-Turns started the expedition (you apparently can't get there from here) and it ended w/the slow as molasses in February in VT grocery bagger who decided to stuff everything into one bag (single-bagged) so that I needed two hands to hold/carry it plus stuck the bananas and marshmallows on the BOTTOM beneath the milk, cream, cans, and whatnot w/not-surprisingly the handle ripping as I carried it up the stairs to the front door. I need a stiff drink (whatEVER), but won't, 'cause I am going out yet again later tonight, this time for food and pleasure. And right now, outside, a woman is cleaning a rug by beating it mercilessly on the chain link fence: bash, crash, bash, crash. I wanna scream.
