summer anecdote #1

Wake up at 9:45. Think, it's only 9:45? Go back to sleep.

Wake up at 11:55. Think, it's not noon yet, my dignity is safe. Jump out of bed in a hurry and dress.

Eat leftovers cold for breakfast/lunch. The microwave continues to scare me.

Read an artical in National Geographic about the global food crisis. Am thankful I ate leftovers.

Legos.

Go out to the pool in my swimsuit, but opt to just put my feet in and read Nylon and listen to Of Montreal on my iPod.

My night: last minute babysitting gig ensues.

Now: home again. I don't know what to do with myself. There are only so many buttons that I can replace in my wardrobe.