I came home sick from work today. I've been laying around in my Christmas themed pyjamas all afternoon. I just sat on the front step with my dogs and the wind was blowing something fierce, but it was nice and my hair fanned around my face.
I have to pay my taxes tomorrow. I'll probably be listening to a lot of Art Brut. He puts me in a nice mood. Speaking of music, I have to send my iPod back to get a new one again. That's the second one this year. This guy came in today with a lottery ticket that his dog had chewed up. I thought, "That would be just my luck."
The birds congregated on the roof
While in the sun I sat aloof
One by one they fly and go
I wonder what it is they know
And soon the sun sets down on me
I need to go and let them be.
I'm still waiting for summer. Also, I wish Keith Mars was my dad.
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Don't be coughin' on my hard drive. I'm sick enough, lol!
Feel better soon.
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