hot coffee girl

I am at the end of Crazy Road. No guarantees that I won't be making a left onto Insane Boulevard next week, but for the time being, I can truly see that light at the end of the tunnel that you all speak of.

Like Phil, I have been so busy that my writing has sucked. More than usual. So has everything else. I have not given time or attention to my nails (which need painted), my eyebrows (which need waxed), my apartment (which needs cleaned), my friends (who need visited), my Boy (who needs loved), my Dog (who needs fed), my Cat (who needs kicked), my Dad (who needs me, just in general), my clothes (that need washed), and my plants (that need watered). Wait. I don't have any plants.

Add to list: Buy plants. Then water them. 

I make this promise to you, my dear readers and friends...I will pick it up a notch next week. In the meantime, please go visit one of my friends and her funny new blog, Confessions of a Cohabitant.  She describes the trials and tribulations of living with her boyfriend, whom she just moved in with. Here's a peek:

Do you understand how much he likes his hair? Let me describe to you his routine: He uses Tresemme styling putty and puts on a little at a time to get it to sit just right. However, as he's adding little by little, he whips out this miniature mirror so he can see what the back of his hair looks like and those few sections of hair that just won't lay right. Then, you know when he means business when he does this thing with his lips. As he's concentrating on his hair, or anything for that matter, he tightens his lips up like he means business. And, apparently, he does.

You'll love her. Go and tell her I said hello. I'll be back on Monday morning, with less suckage. I swear. (Psst-I might even take tomorrow off.)