It's Sunday, I'm doing wash. Ordered some new shoes off the net, which is fun.
I have to go to visit the family for Mother's Day, which is fine. But a part of me wishes I could just sit at home and write.
Also, I bought the new Stephenie Meyer book, "The Host."
Something here in the coffeehouse smells so disgusting, I can't stand it. They might be cooking with onion, but it smells so disgusting.
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