Why is it damned near impossible for me to type the word “September” without an error, no matter how much I concentrate while doing so?
I spent the weekend crankier than usual due to the miserable heat, although this very same heat managed to take my mind of Friday’s unsuccessful replay of my cardioversion. My rhythm remains as unnatural as ever. Does this qualify as an excuse for my inability to dance? Just wondering…
Happy thoughts:
- By the end of the week, my wonderful husband will have provided me with a brand new bathroom…
- In a day or two, I will own the widescreen laserdisc version of the (unavailable on DVD) After Hours…
A couple of things I’d have a hard time caring any less about:
- Whether on not Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez are married, or are still a couple, or are even alive, for that matter. How did two so thoroughly unappealing individuals ever become such a “news” story?
- Anything Arnold Schwarzenegger may have said in a 1977 interview with a smut mag. In fact, I’m not much interested in anything ANYONE may have said in a 1977 interview with a smut mag…
