Nothing going on here. I’m just reading blogs at random. I laughed at least once. The one thing that really gets me is how people find so much time to write. Or so much to write. I don’t know. Maybe writing just isn’t my outlet. This site has always been more of a portal than an autobiography for me. But now I’m going to ramble.
Every once in a while, I just want to stay up. It’s usually Friday nights. I’m done with work for the week, and I just think, “how can I waste this weekend.” Usually clicking links all night and sleeping all day appeals to me. There could be some chatting on Trillian.
Tomorrow I’ll be going over to Emily’s to help her move in. She sounded pretty appreciative, but really I can’t resist an opportunity to carry boxes and furniture up stairs. I guess that’s a good thing, too since I’ll be moving at least once more before this summer’s over. Anybody need a roomie for their swank apartment or know of a sweet bachelor pad I can have for cheap?
(I just decided I need to put a robots.txt on my home server. GoogleBot is making my music skip.)
Okay, now that that’s all locked down, where was I?
Right. I’m also excited about doing some weeding and cleaning. It’s not much yard she’s got there, and that’s okay, because I’m not that hard of a worker. It’s possible that I’m trying a little bit to make up for missing Ashley’s move. (Which probably would have involved more heavy lifting.)
Look, I think I just wrote a lot! Not a story. Barely a sequence of thoughts. Nonetheless, words for you, fair reader.
June 17, 2006
I’d really rather stay up all night.
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Even though you missed the big move, I’ll let you come mow the grass. I mean its the least I could do. 🙂
Comment by Ashley — June 28, 2006 @ 8:45 pm