Late Night Post

I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. Time for bed. I wrote out ideas for a treatment on paper no less. No typing available at the time. Loved coming home and loafing like a champ. Wish I could loaf some more, but I'm in bed loving this cause a nap is in my immediate future. This post was not as short as I thought, and not bad either. 

Have a good night and be happy. Time for some Thundarr the Barbarian and dreamland. 

Dinner Break

Just ate a twice baked potato, and in the back of my head, I'm saying, "I can improve the current recipe." When I made it yesterday, it was more of an experiment based on seeing a show do them. I went for simple as I used two potatoes, and I really wanted to keep it with only two. 

Maybe next week I may retry this. For now its great, and I love what I made. Now sitting back allowing my food to digest and I need to drink more water. Took a few swallows before this sentence. 

Was thinking of Shakespeare earlier as I shelf read, and decided to look up more on him. It brought me back to my undergrad days where I studied several of his works in British Lit and theater classes. It was great. I love my liberal arts background. It makes me feel a little sexier. Yeah, it does.I'm grateful for the experience. 

Off to chillaxing a bit more and listening to Faith Evans songs.

Laundry Day

Gotta get my laundry done and bows the perfect time to get off my duff, into a 24hr laundry shop and get it done. Hadn't written a damn thing this morning, and spent fart too much time at the teller to get the coins for the machine.

Someone already asking me for "change," like its free and shit. Sometimes I forget my money isn't about me, it's about the other person, and to hell if I don't finish my laundry, right? So wrong. If I gotta get out and work for this little bit in my pocket, I don't see why others don't.  Always something going on. 

Kids are about and suing and I wonder if this is always the norm, or are the parents taking for granted the kids are safe rolling a cart around this small ass space and one of them crying when he can't push by himself? Thank God for iTunes and an iPhone.