i don't deserve another perfect day!

i have smoke, diet soda, cold medicine, and DIGITAL CABLE WITH HBO. fuck yeah, it's a good day. beck isn't here though. THAT would make it all perfect.

the weather outside is insanely glorious. because nashville weather defines erratic, i've learned to appreciate the sporadic loveliness. the front door is open, wind is softly blowing through the screen door. the ceiling fan in my playroom is on medium and it's the perfect temperature in here.

"breaking bad" is on demand, and i am SO happy to just sit in the sun lit room and smoke and watch awesome cable. perhaps i'll order a pizza. i can't have calypso nachos 6 times in 2 weeks, can i? can i?

until i decide i need food, i will bask in the glory of hundreds of channels and dream about toilet seat drawings. at 8 you will find me back to my thursday normalcy, with kate, sawyer, and sayid on a magic island that can shift time.

best thursday ever.

i'm sick but i'm pretty (haha fuck you so what if i know this song)

thankfully, mara is working my shift tonight because i slept for approximately 1 hour last night. my coughing and snot puddles kept waking me up. and rebecca discovered this morning that scooter's water bowl was dry which perhaps explains why he woke up every hour and ran around the house barking and keeping me even more awake.

in reality, the day is pretty great though. i'm getting cable tomorrow, which is awesomely fun, and i'm hoping to get some green so i can just sit and smoke and watch "lost" since i have tomorrow night off.

i also have a new project i'm working on, so i'm off to the craft store today. here's a preview of my first prototype:





the next one is going to involve sequins and jewels. pretty awesome.

so anyway, hopefully this shitty feeling from my work encounter fades, and hopefully i can get a nap in. but, for now, i'm happy watching roseanne and planning toilet seat art.