When I get depressed, I get distracted. I get distracted when I am overtired. These two sentences explain about 90% of my behavior.
I sent off a bill, but as it went down the mail slot, I saw that it had no stamp. I hope I put a return address on it.
This morning, it started to snow in Boston. I decided P and I should go out and get movies and pizza. If you live in Boston, you know that, right there, I am making a stupid move. You should have the food and movies before the snow starts. You don’t venture out after.
Anyway, I bundled us up and headed off to the Atrium mall. Mistake number 2. I’m normally ok with the Atrium, but it is filled with slim mothers buckling their kids into bugaboos. I didn’t check what time Borders opened so I got there an hour before. Even though it was early, P and I went to get pizza at Bertuccis. The waitress was being super nice to us. I thought maybe that was because we were the only ones there. But then I looked at P, and I realized, I forgot to brush BOTH of our hair. I looked insane. The waitress was probably being nice because she thought I was about to eat the crayons that they always give your kid. I wanted to explain to her that I wasn’t really crazy, it’s just that my dog got hit by a car. But then I made a smart move, and decided she probably didn’t want to know that.
We grabbed some movies and books and headed back to the parking garage. I couldn’t remember where I had parked the car so I had to use the panic button to find it. The women in Volvos looked super annoyed.
Now we are home. We still have the dog bowls out. We can’t stand to put them away. We explained to P that Calliope went to see Shmoo in Heaven.
Jen pointed out that the cats are now getting along better. Before this happened, I was about to call an animal psychic because they hated each other. Animals are so weird, Jen observed.
Yeah, and the little fuckers will break your heart.