Also, it has been a long week and all I want to do is curl up and sleep. You are all invited as long as you like to snuggle and don't fart in my face.

sticking a E tuning fork up my butt cures constipation.

I imagine sticking many things up your butt would conjure up that same effect.

i miss not having kitties.

all i have are A tuning forks.

i tried to go to sleep, and then I thought about putting things away, so I went to put them away, and then I thought, "why not empty all the garbage bags."
and now I can't find the replacement bags for the little trash can in the bathroom, and I'm stuck until I find them. I don't think we are out. but I'm taking a break and trying to remember where I last saw them. and there is some dude sleeping on the couch, and I'm sure he's like, "omg, I cant sleep b/c that girl is roaming all over opening all the cabinet doors"

and I'm so tired, but now I'm afraid that if I go to sleep then I won't wake up, so I figure I'll just clean until it's time to leave in the morning, and I have a really busy day tomorrow, and so what if I survive tomorrow and then crash on sunday- which would be bad because sunday is kind of important too; i need to be doing lots of stuff and not accidentally hide in my bed for 987590745874509438 hours.

ug. if I could only find those bags.

if I had a cat I'm sure he/she could find it for me...

my dog must be dreaming about jumping hurdles. omg. so cute. she does NOT know where the bags are.

ug. i need a nap.

perhaps, but it's not as musical.

that slogan for the US/Canada border: Fifty-Four Forty or Fight
well
I want to make a joke involving the A-note where the punchline is something like: Fifty 440 or __?___ (some word reasonably reminiscent of the sound of the word "fight")

but i haven't gotten around to it. I'm afraid it won't turn out well anyway.