It's 10:45. That's pm.
I have 21 dvd's to burn. Well, 20 now.
Was I burning them? No.
And let's not even discuss the laundry situation.
What was I doing?
Standing outside talking to my neighbor for over a half an hour.
Once again, I know he's not a "good match" for me, but it is nice to talk to someone. Someone who cuts through the empty apartment feeling. Someone who started the conversation with "I have a book you need to read." And I'm going to make him read my book when I'm done. And I know he'll like "Same Kind of Different As Me."
Yep, I'm definitely hitting the Starbucks tomorrow. For the sake of the children.