Catawampus
Jan. 27th, 2016 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphTime flies when you're having flan. I'm not having flan, but time has flown anyway. The television grabbed me and made me stare at it for a few hours this evening. That machine is such an exhibitionist. Shameless! Now here it is past my dinnertime and I haven't even gone out to listen for geese or hear the frogs, and the poor, neglected Internets must be devastated that I've given it so little of my time today.
I haven't even checked F*c*b**k. Now it's too late. There are leftovers to be heated up and combined with something microwaved, and then there will be more television to be watched. What is to be done about shopping this week is still up in the air, and I'm doing my best not to think about it. I suppose it's likely that any plans I make will go totally catawampus, anyway. Flan was never like this.
I haven't even checked F*c*b**k. Now it's too late. There are leftovers to be heated up and combined with something microwaved, and then there will be more television to be watched. What is to be done about shopping this week is still up in the air, and I'm doing my best not to think about it. I suppose it's likely that any plans I make will go totally catawampus, anyway. Flan was never like this.
