Okay. The Fresh Beat Band on Nick makes me want to claw out my eyeballs with a spork and serve them for dinner. Ohmychrist. Seriously, It’s like Disney all over again. So here I am, barely awake having to suffer through this show, with which I assume is used as torture at Gitmo, and my child is dancing around screaming. It’s all for the child, I keep telling myself, all for the little me. I have the strongest urge to buy her baby grinders and suspenders but I’m resisting.
So tonight is the night! I’m having a little get together with some friends I’ve neglected while T and I were together. I am super psyched, like I’m pretty sure I may have peed myself with anticipation earlier. It’s going to be a blast! I even ganked some wood from Rob’s work to burn. My goals: To have fun, own the Jack, and hopefully not burn down the neighborhood. Yes. I think that’s it.