kitsplut | precious vicious bitches

Here I am.

Sunday night. I came back to this world at five-thirty, did laundry, the dishes, and my nails.

let's see.

I must have been distracted on Wednesday, because I did intend to write more after that. Thursday was a totally hell day and will result in an ungodly phone bill. Friday I took Punkin and Leah-2 shopping, read something, dorked around, and finished up with the Java.

Yesterday I made an unexpected Haute run, because Jennifer was dragging some poor dumb boy out for their scary LARPing thingies and wanted me to go with. So I got to ride shotgun and sat with my knees pressed against the dashboard so Whatsie in the back would have leg room and prayed while Jen of the lead foot shot past three police cars at 90 mph. I think the maximum speed during the trip was 102. That girl must have some kind of magic cop-repelling force field around her car, because she didn't get pulled over.

um. now it's hours after I started this. I have noooo attention span.

I am exceedingly tired, but that is to be expected. It's worth it, anyway. He is the most precious thing to me, and there is nowhere I'd rather be.

I think I will go to bed early too. shine, world.