in a neat old B&B.
Apparently a gunslinger:
Feeling better after a nap.
Enjoying doing nothing, for the first time in recent memory.
Still full from lunch.
Looking forward to watching the Rangers at 9:10pm CST.
About to poke around with Garage Band and see what to do about the Tighty Whitey Project (hey, "Moby" was taken)
Allowing that if he gets hungry, he'll go out later for some french frieds and/or a dessert. Tonight it's all about ME, babes.
Not quite alone in this house. There's also some muttering old-timer with a different accent who tells me he "lives" here, yet he's not an owner. His room is a mess of papers and a typewriter. Maybe he's writing a book. He kinda gives me the creeps, but I think I can take him.
Not thrilled that he opened the "courtesy" fridge and found two ice cold Shiner beers.
Having a nice Diet A&W root beer. The Shiners are now downstairs in the kitchen.
Laughing (thanks, Geoff)...
For more: http://xkcd.com/420/ (Sorry so clunky... hey, I'm feeling lazy)
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Sorry to go, but he has important sitting around to do.
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