Ah man, do I have to blog today? I don’t wanna.

I’m sure I can come up with something to write, but I don’t wanna.

Perhaps I would be a bit more motivated if all you people who are reading would comment, already. Just an idea.

After the past two days of non-existent frog hats and butt-sniffing requests, everything pales.

Sinus headache all day. Too hot. I’d prefer to spend July and August in a cave by myself but I don’t see that happening.

This is essentially a post with dots without the dots, you know.

Brian did something he never does – he’s at a movie with friends right now. I’m actually happy about this. Clara Jane’s asleep, so I essentially have the house to myself. That rarely happens, but the thing is, when you’re 35, being home alone is still as awesome as it was at 14, but for much different reasons. While I feel like I should be dancing in my underwear, I’d prefer to go to bed. Instead, I’m going to shuffle upstairs for some ice cream and continue knitting. Next week’s going to contain rock star insanity so I need to relish the quiet while I can.

  1. Warlocks – Red Hot Chili Peppers
  2. I’ll Run Your Hurt Away – Ruby Johnson
  3. Make War – Bright Eyes
  4. Pledging My Time – Bob Dylan
  5. Little Acorns – White Stripes
  6. Baby – Ellie Greenwich
  7. Better Version of Me – Fiona Apple
  8. Jackson Cage – Bruce Springsteen
  9. I Love How You Love Me – The Paris Sisters
  10. The Luckiest – Ben Folds