Friday, September 28, 2012


How to party in an empty house:

Immediately upon finishing a very long forty-hour work week (which felt a bit more like four hundred hours) in the space of four days, proceed directly home, eat a frozen yogurt for dinner, and watch this movie:

Well, maybe I should clarify: watch the first half hour, pass out on the couch, only to be woken up to the sound of your mom calling:

"Where are you? Are you okay? I'm worried about you; are you all right? Call me!"

My mom. So cute, the way she worries about me, even though I'm probably the only one she doesn't ready need to worry about.

I love her.

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