I may be hard to remember...

I move out in 12 days.

I'm changing my look in 7.

Whaddya think about that, huh?

I'm exhausted, and I'm mostly posting because I feel obligated to. I haven't in a while, and my livejournal beckons like a neglected puppy. Sheesh.

Leslie, I need a black and white picture of you. I can take it, or you give/send me one jen took. more later.

I have added one more thing to my list of things i MUST do before I die: fly to chicago and watch an Oprah taping. It doesn't even have to be a cool one where she gave me things (although that would be nice), I just want to see Oprah. I know everyone on the planet breaths the same air, and therefore there is a chance that at some point I have breathed the same air as oprah, but if i were in the Harpo studio, my ratio of Oprah air particles to normal air particles would be much greater. I think that would be great.

I have 8 more squares of my little girl afghan to make, and a thousand more pages of les mis to read - my two projects I swore to finish before I left. This may sound like a lot, but considering I've already crocheted 40 squares and read 430 pages, I think I can definitely do it.

I got really cute 'co ff ee mu gs' at the ninety nine cent store tonite. And a cute bowl, but I didn't want to be misleading - the bowl doesn't match the cups. That was a fun store. And robin, if you are somewhere down the block reading this, i finally bought those kickass pens you showed me in ogre badillo's class. I've been in love with them all night.

Ok, exhaustion is setting in. Time for bed. **SmoocH**