I literally just ran through the supermarket throwing things in the cart (went to get a couple of things, walked out with $94 worth of crap, WTF?) to get home for 8:00. So of course there's a delay. @$%&! Wow. I'm glad for the delay. Brian insisted on going out to get something for dinner, and refused to go on his own. We get to the place (why aren't there any Oriental restaurants in this bleeding town that deliver?), and there's a thirty minute wait for our food! AARRGGHH! But, now I am happily devouring my beef with broccoli, and listening to BroadwayWorld Radio, anxiously awaiting the show, with my darling boyfriend, who won't keep his damn chopsticks out of my food! I swear, I'm gonna be forced to do some very bad things to the boy.
And not the kinds he would enjoy.
"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you." - Rita Mae Brown