woke up this morning to hobbit hair and clear eyes. went out with chris and fiona and the baby to get pizza out past fenton. the pizza was “new york style” — but it did not taste anything like pizza from new york. it was good, though, with excellent crust. then i read night shift by lilith saintcrow, and now i am home again. i will probably fall asleep watching the new episode of psych.
tomorrow: brunch with annie at 1030 at uncle bill’s; i am pretty excited about getting a pecan waffle and some hash browns.
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