02-27-2009, 05:54 PM
2/22 Saturday: At 1 pm I drop Lady Cranefly off at the San Francisco airport. From there she's flying to Dubai, and after that she goes to blah blah and from there to blah blah where she'll be staying at the blah blah. Okay, so I don't know exactly where she's at. But she's in India.
And I'm home alone.
Fending. For. Myself.
Fortunately, we fixed lots of Meyer lemon chicken and rice on Friday night, so there's leftovers.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/23 Sunday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
2/24 Monday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/25 Tuesday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
2/26 Wednesday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/27 Thursday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/28 Friday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice, but now I'm worried about the future. There's just a corner of lemon chicken left in the big dish in the fridge, and it's covered in mold. After I eat that tonight, I won't have any ready food. What then?
Picasso had a Blue Period. I'm about to enter my Taco Bell period.
And I'm home alone.
Fending. For. Myself.
Fortunately, we fixed lots of Meyer lemon chicken and rice on Friday night, so there's leftovers.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/23 Sunday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
2/24 Monday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/25 Tuesday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
2/26 Wednesday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/27 Thursday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
7 pm: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice.
9 pm: I'm bored. I watch Ichi the Killer.
2/28 Friday:
Noon: I'm hungry. I eat some Meyer lemon chicken and rice, but now I'm worried about the future. There's just a corner of lemon chicken left in the big dish in the fridge, and it's covered in mold. After I eat that tonight, I won't have any ready food. What then?
Picasso had a Blue Period. I'm about to enter my Taco Bell period.
I'm nobody's pony.