she wonders why shes so tired.

then memory tells her that she got up at eight this morning.

where did the weekend go! i was going to meet the girls tonight at denny's after they left the formal... but im tooo tired. once i sat down i was done for.

man.. dont go to the supermarket hungry. even more so... dont go on superbowl sunday eve. especially at eleven in a county where blue laws go into effect at midnight making it impossible to buy anything but essential food items for twelve hours. its a disaster, trust me. lines out the wazoo. item of choice: your favorite [or in most cases cheapest] non liquor alcoholic beverage. but.... i did get my half and half. and some broccoli. lol, ive had a thing for broccoli lately. steamed, in thai stirfry, steamed. im buying it as much [or more often] as families of four buy bread. whatever vitamin that is found primarily in green veggies....[for lack of my memory] .... i got it in abundance.
hmm. i think i will finish off the night by filling out valentine cards. i think i find some kind of happiness in sending random loved ones valentine cards. perhaps because i think its when they least expect it [although they wont in a few years when they are expecting one from me on that day because i have conditioned them so ...ohhhh psych termonology. haha] anyway, there is this lovely little thrifty card shop down the street. theyve got, im fairly certain decently out of date but college student budget kind of cheap, cards for every occasion for every emotion having person in the world. its a nice little place, the ladies in there never recognize me when i come in but they seem to have a lot of regulars. i guess im not regular enough. they are so sweet, will help you with anything, and always make sure that your envelope fits the card; for those dummies such as myself whom just pick up the card without that kind of attention to detail.

someday we will meet beyond the stars
and it'll be away from here
someday we'll meet beyond the time and the bars
and it will be away from here
[rilo kiley, august]