Saturday, February 28, 2009

So, it's 11pm on a Saturday night and I was home alone sorting vegetables after I finished composing two more pages on my new piece. While I was separating the broccoli from the carrots, my cat was just staring at me like 'what is wrong with you? Don't you have anything better to do?'

There's a full, blown out rave/party going on next door.

I think I'm going to have some carrots and strawberries, take some heavy duty pain meds, and settle into bed to forget about life for a while.