it's the juice that makes it juicy

my insomina stayed at home while i went on vacation. festering might be a good description of what it's be doing here all weekend. but, i guess, if i could sleep, i wouldn't have found this guy.

my house smells like snickerdoodles. i like it. i wish i had a wife who'd stay home all day baking me sweet confections (and a husband who'd go out and win the bread).

i guess maybe i'd like to just hire an actress and watch her play out my life for me (instead of just living it myself).

anyway, i'm trying really hard on so many levels not to be that girl any more. you know the one: me.

god i'm tired.