Splendiferous Conventionality

the heater is loud beside me, but it keeps this little bitty perfect office of mine from being a little bitty perfect icebox. Mystery Play I radio tells me a story of man vs ants (large large ants i am assuming) from 1950 something- when the cool shiv was on a box sitting in the corner of your living room, and people still used their imaginations instead of having it painted out for us on a new box blaring with lights, color, special effects, and a soundtrack from hipsters. a 180 sits almost empty reminding me that it is nearing its extinction- the idiots who make them have decided they aren't selling well enough (sheesh, would they like to see my check register!), so they are discontinuing them. i can't find another i like as well. this makes me not happy. i am addicted to Facebook. i enjoy seeing what's going on with my friends. and most of them are my real friends. it is nice to stay somewhat 'connected' when life keeps us all running. i have found long lost frie...

well, i felt like writing, for a whole second- then i realized my tummy is starting to hurt (kind of feels like hunger, but that's just silly-- i REALLY DID eat supper this evening)... oooohhh, maybe its FROM the supper my tummy hurts? oh shiv i hope not, i fed my family and the neighbor kid! having a hard night. need to focus or go to bed because my mind is not in a healthy place right now. like i said, i felt like writing, but now, not so much. i also realize that the last sentence probably contained too many commas, but i am using them to emphasize my pause. i'm going. have to go to the store, and it is... let's see... ELEVEN degrees out. 11. 10 more than 1. ee-lev-un. stupid cold. but the kids need milk for the morning, and lunch for the next day, and dessert for after dinner tomorrow night. i will try this again later if i feel up to it. good day.