It's after 2 and I'm in still my nightgown; unpacking, sort of cleaning, kind of laundry-ing, coffee drinking, and totally daydreaming.
Is a Chocolate Peanut Crunch Flavor Nutrition Bar an oxymoron?
(Remember when you were given Oxycontin at the hospital and demanded from the nurse, "So what is this oxymoron your giving me?". Hilarious.)
Eating pie for breakfast on the day after Thanksgiving inspires a hilly run. Being forced to drive the speed limit on Highway 5 two days after Thanksgiving inspires stopping at Chevron for Fritos and cigarettes.
Today is the perfect day to reintroduce myself to my gym membership. Or my running shoes to the pavement.
But instead I've just made plans for a boozy late lunch and a dishy, sexy gossip session. I mean really. Why fight one's personality.