Robby just asked me to shut the fucky. What is that supposed to mean? I'm pretty sure it would be considered rude.

Okay, today was fun. Not all around, but parts of it were. I woke up at ten or so, which is late, I know that. But that's when I woke up, so that's when I woke up.

I worked on a skirt I am making for a little. I got the gathers right this time and it looks swell. I will work on it a little more when I am done here. I watched Leave it to Beaver while I worked on it.

I got dressed in my new undies (!) with a floral dress over them, and black tights. Springy, but warm enough, too.

Robby and I went to the mall to drop off a key for a lady at work, but then she didn't need it. So, we ate at Mucho Gusto, which is the Subway of Mexican food.

We went to have our domestic partnership notarized so we can maybe get graduate housing next year. That would be amazing. A porch! A yard! More than 3 rooms! Pleasepleaseplease let that work out!

Then I had to go to work, which was very slow. I washed the coffee pots, which is a special project I reserve for the slowest of slow days.

Then I came home and I ate a half of a sandwich, and then it's now.

I know, exciting stuff.

I am wearing a shirt that I got when I went to see Sarah a couple of years ago and it says "I'm a panhandler" on the front and then on the back it says "I ate breakfast at Ham and Eggs in the Pan," Pocono Summit, PA.

Last time I wore it, a man at Meals on Wheels asked me if I had been shopping at the thrift stores, like Crazy Mary, who is a crazy woman at Meals on Wheels. I like it anyway.

That is all. I will try to be interesting next time.