I finally have a night to myself (aside from Dorothy, who doesn't count because I can ignore her and she won't be emotionally damaged and she can't divorce me).
I could be (should be) doing some serious writing, but those 2 glasses of wine seem to have left me thoughtless. Snapping Turtle cab, by the way? Totally worth the $6.99 a bottle. I'd probably pay upwards of ten dollars for it. I digress.
I do that a lot. Digress. Kind of a funny word, and kind of fun to say.
Another funny word? Sociopath. Not really funny, no, but funny that once I used it over the course of several e-mails to a friend in the complete wrong context. I meant narcissist. No wonder he stopped returning my messages. And sadly, I just had to google "someone who loves themself" to find the word narcissist because I still couldn't remember it. That should make a good two seconds of blog fodder for someone with analytics, yes? Jokes on that blogger - themself isn't even a word.
I should have just rented My Sister's Keeper and made a night of it.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?