Ordering a 4 ft. Sub and some salads. Got snacks. Now people are saying the weather might be bad after and they may not come. Anybody want sub??
4 ft is impressive. The most i ever took down was two foot longs at Subway. what do you put on your subs? I like lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, black olives and mayo.
Hot ham, Genoa salami, provolone, pepperoni Lettuce, tomato, onions, oil, vinegar, oregano, pepper Pickles and olives on the side! Hubs is home today, ughhhhh
8:30pm. March 9, 2015. The night of this present day & the morrows morn shall be considerable in liner extent. Figuratively speaking.
12:10am. March 10, 2015. Endogenous attention level waning. Listless meter pinging. Sociability abating. Inertia imminent.
1:35am. March 10, 2015. Exhaustion exceeded. Predicting neurotic transmission sequence. . .. … awaiting distress. . .. … Neurosis engaged. T-minus 3 hours & counting.
1:43am. March 10, 2015. Have mercy on me, highly acoustic, overly white, sterile room. As for you, seemingly dilated, time co-ordinating machine, raise your game. Don't make me compare your rate with the hyperfine transitions of a cesium-133 atom.
2:25am. March 10, 2015. I'll deal with your gravitational mass dissociation dysfunction at a later date, seemingly dilated, time co-ordinating machine. (Hereby known as DC-OM time)
3:02am. March 10, 2015. Soft & blunt lethargic impulses. It would please me to slowly slide on these highly polished tables. On my belly. Accordingly. *note to self, never leave home at night without large, heavily tinted polarising spectacles. Preferably goggles.
3:45am. March 10, 2015. Despite strong inclinations to give forth loud, moaning, proboscidean-like vibrational disturbances, & propel this last dried fig at a high, alas nonlethal velocity directly towards the plump cranium of the aspiring percussionist periodically shaking his Tic Tacs like wounded maracas, I remain surprisingly chivalrous & mannerly.
4:38am. March 10, 2015. A prosperous termination of endeavours. Thank the immortal Goddess. I shall now call first a cab & then a polysomnographist. I plan not a minute less than 24 hours of unmitigated torpidity.