leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weather Report Local weather is predicting snow flurries tonight and tomorrow. We might actualy have a winter this year. Impressive for the desert, in Texas. Even if it won't snow, it's one of those bitingly cold nights when you want to skip out of work early, drive home singing christmas carols at the top of your lungs, and put on pajamas the second you get there. Then you want to stay home all night...having sex and making hot chocolate and having sex and playing cards and having sex and watching movies and trading back rubs with whomever you happen to adore at the moment. I have some instant cappuccino in the cupboard. The object of semi-adoration doesn't belong to me and is therefore a bad bet for an evening of back-rubs. I hate solitaire, so cards are out of the question solo. All indications point instead to an evening of watching tv, flipping through favorite passages in a worn book, tidying the apartment, and then hauling my happy, well-chilled, shaken-but-not-stirred ass to the gym. Oh, bother. 4:38 p.m. - November 26, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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