It’s Friday, it’s Friday. I’m my own Meisner exercise this morning. I’m crying and doing bell kicks. Maybe I should have had real food for breakfast instead of the yogurt-covered cherries I’ve been slamming all week. (I know, but they’re so good.) Whatever, that’s what second breakfast is for. Hobbits know how to do it right. You know, sometimes I’m afraid that I’m going to scare you away with my stream-of-consciousness, free-associating madness, but then you wouldn’t be here, and here you are. (It’s hard to look away, isn’t it? It’s okay. I know.) Thanks for loving me. I love you, too.
I feel like I had a lot more to say last week. Maybe I’ve gone past the point of tired where everything is funny to where nothing is funny. Yikes. Or maybe it’s just one of those days: It’s rainy and cold, and I’d love to go to a bookstore and drink lattes and read magazines. By myself. (I’ll pencil that in for 2015.) In the meantime, I have the Internet. Love the one you’re with, right? I have a few things to share with you, but since I can’t think anymore, I’m just going to give you key words and phrases. And . . . go.
Buy Twitter followers. It’s true.
Toots in the ‘hood. Hilarious. Thanks, Em.
That’s all I’ve got. I’m out like a fat kid in dodgeball. Have an awesome weekend. Sleep some for me, won’t you?