…one of the cutest things I’ve seen this week.
“Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.
|
||||||
|
…one of the cutest things I’ve seen this week. “Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight. Too tired to offer much in the way of an actual update, or fascinating opinions. I’m alive. Work is hard, but satisfying. Family is ok. More, perhaps, later. The Knoxville Metro Pulse is the local free paper in town, publishing every Thursday their fabulous brand of liberal propaganda (heh). What they include in the pages is a comprehensive listing of Knoxville’s restaurants. And so, my fabulous friends Mikey and Brit and I have decided that we’re going to go on a months-long tasting [...] So I received a call just now from a number that came up as only having 5 digits on the Caller-ID. I let it go to voice mail, as I normally do with unknown numbers. So I had a recurring dream this morning. The first time I had it, though, the outcome was much different, and much scarier (in dream). This week has been populated with both ups and downs, but today, as I write this I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. There were problems with my car insurance (dealt with marvelously), and a potentially horrid problem with my student loans (dealt with not only marvelously, but wonderfully marvelously). Since the internet intermission currently going on at our house, I have neglected my blogging duties nearly completely. I say nearly, because I still try to keep up with other folkses writings, but obviously have not offered anything up myself of any worth in quite a while. Is there anything more pathetic than watching for the email that’s not coming? I have no idea what I want to say lately. Hence, the relative quiet from my camp, hmm? Welcome, MySpace friends, to where “the awesome” lives. |
||||||
|
Copyright © 2010 www.liakela.com - All Rights Reserved |
||||||