If I were capable of emotion right now, I would be very, very angry. Because my eye is gone. Meaning the eye on my blog. There's now an oppressive logo in it's place. That sucks.
Much like our play did today. Tonight was awful. And for those of us keeping score, he's 0-6. The one good part of the night was dancing round to Dirty Martini with Tom and finding my stickers. The night should have just ended there.
Tomorrow's Mother's day. It was nice when I was young and we made nice little baskets and cards at school, and everything was pink and covered in glitter. I'd get up early every Mother's Day, all excited and hushed, making pancakes and strawberries with whipped cream, fresh juice. I'd go outside to pick frech flowers to put on her tray, next to the card I made at school. I'd wait till she woke up and bring her breakfast, smiling like all those commercials. She say thanks, but I wish you wouldn't take flowers from my flower beds, and I can't eat that, I'm on a diet. and she'd grab a Slimfast Can from the fridge.

ash @ 10:38 PM