Lassitude
As the peons say “Work, work”
Monday morning, is there no juncture that is more reviled by the masses? Not I, for Monday allows me to rest my weary, sun reddened body and feel the cool breeze that only Mother Freon can provide.
Thistles are the bane of my lawn. My lawn is the bane of my free time. Of course, since my boat is still in the shop, and I sold my bike, I’ve plenty of free time to offer up to the gods of turf.
4 days until camping. 4 days until the boat is done. Let’s hope this actually works out.
Currently listening :
New Times
By Violent Femmes
Release date: By 17 May, 1994
Posted by Moshea on 07/10 at 08:52 AM