This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, a lotta outs, a lotta what-have-yous. And, uh, a lotta strands to keep in my head, man. Lotta strands in old Duder's head. Fortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, uh, limber.
Yeah, I think I'm always in a constant state of doing something. Right now it's busier than normal because of summer, but yeah, nope, not ever not busy I guess. I need a vacation. ;~
Somewhat. I have a picnic tomorrow. And then I have to study this weekend along with things I've been neglecting all week, namely cleaning the bathroom, laundry and shiz. Who knows.
It sucks even in death metal land. The only redeeming quality is that you can't decipher the death mental lyrics so you don't know what they're horribly saying.
Stop not being fantabously awesome. Your house sounds lovely, how long is everyone staying? And what is this man cave you speak of, you so mean girl cave right.
A fashion show tomorrow, followed by a few hours of work, followed by a theater presentation of All Shook Up, then sunday, I'm working all day. Wachoo you up to?
I guess you're sister is back since your running after a baby again?
