grandson of an alien
grandson of an alien
Uchk, I think I had too much fettuccine alfredo for dinner. We went out to The Great Impasta. It was all right. The food wasn’t fantastic, but I had clam chowder, which is hard to deny even if it’s only sufficiently decent.
My plan to stay at home today was shattered rather quickly. I went furniture shopping for three hours with my mom. Woo, exciting. This cut into my plans for the day, so I didn’t get too much done. My goal was to have an outline for my history paper by this weekend, but that’s probably not going to happen. Ah, so it goes.
While driving around today I saw Cordelia protesting. Or, rather, getting into her dad’s car. I was tempted to honk, but figured that would just unnerve my mother (and myself). So I resigned myself to staring at the car in front of me in the mass of rubbernecking traffic. I don’t mind, but if I don’t pay attention it’s dangerous.
Background noise: “Darwin” Third Eye Blind