It’s red besides the little hands.
I am so excited.
I’ll obviously frequent the regular sections I visit there too, but records.
I might die in excitement.
If you don’t know what that is, please educate yourself.
I wasn’t intentionally going to have a tuna sandwich, but half way through taking off the top of the can, I realized we had no mayonnaise. So, I’m sitting here getting my intake of mercury.
Tomorrow will be spent:
And, she might buy me this too.
I’m excited for the mail.
It’s more like cheese soup with some tomato.
How counter productive.
I’m always so sleepy.
Even though they don’t have a record player, I feel like listening to RA on surround sound in an otherwise silent house is still a nice relaxing environment, and I will miss their stereo system when I’m done house sitting on Wednesday (which I just realized is tomorrow, oh wow, have I already been here this long? Wow.)
Courtney, you should come over after class and we’ll veg out to RA, I’ll pretend to help you do homework, we can tumble together, and then watch The Notebook on their big screen tv.
This sounds wonderful, but I’ve seemed to have misplaced my teleporter.
I need to find that.