this morning i woke up at 9 and realized with joy that it was actually 8. in six months from now i'll realize with regret that it's actually 7, not 8, but that's then and i'm going to enjoy now. it was when i stood up and was en route to my morning pee, that i realized that something strange was going on. something unfamiliar. something like the third shedding of the uterus this year. it's almost a foreign happening and so comes as quite the shock on a sunday morning. darn this barren womb.

so yesterday fatima and i had a 2 and a half hour chat in lieu/lew/lyoo of our saturday date. i changed it to next weekend, a time when i'll have a bit more cash. 'a bit more' in this case refers to more than none. so i was chatting away to her and i was still in my pjs and it was around one thirty or two or something and i wandered from my room, braless, hair in a loose bun accompanied by many a loose and frizzy hairs and sat down in the orange oviat chair in the living room. behind me i could hear karey asking elicia if she was coming to the pumpkin patch (for chandra's birthday. i already had plans with fatima so wasn't going). elicia didn't answer and then i heard a distinctly male voice say "are you coming to the pumpkin patch?" i froze. fatima, unknowing went on talking. i had no idea that randy was inside the home establishment. i picked up the big blue pillow, held it in front of me and slowly backed out of the room. as i was backing through the kitchen i saw randy peeking out of elicia's room at me, darn him. i waved and kept on going till i got to my room where i dropped the pillow and edged into safety.

elicia's made pancakes and so i have to go.