10 Minutes

I have ten minutes to write while my pasta is cooking. Told you I started cooking. I went to a concert today and they played bluegrass. I forgot how ubiquitous it was in A'ville and I kind of liked it. I think the fiddle (also known as the violin) player was checking me out. I got asked to work today, and I don't really want to, but I paid some bills this morning, so I am seriously broke. I need to work, especially since I will be going to Co later this month. I'm going to have to find someone to water my plants and check my mail every couple of days. Not that I think it will be difficult to get someone to do it, but I hate asking people for favors.

My necklace is almost done. He has to fit it to my neck one more time. He said he'll probably be done with it this weekend. I'm excited.

I have this neighbor that lives upstairs from me, and she is always wearing a coat. Why? It's hot and sunny.

Today is not exactly a jam packed day, even though it feels like it. I guess I just have a lot of impending activities to remember, and my brain is starting to get cluttered. I'm also procrastinating with some homework that is due tomorrow. Maybe I'll do it tonight if I don't get home too late.

Last night I self medicated with some wine, and spilled it on my sheets. My light blue sheets. That sucks. I hope it doesn't leave too bad of a stain. I feel like a moron because I spilled it because I wasn't paying attention. And then I didn't feel so hot this morning either, but now I'm ok. I just don't think I'll be drinking any wine tonight. Maybe some bourbon. Bourbon is great for homework.

Anyway, 10 minutes is up.