The TV has been good to me today, sending me the 90's to surround myself with. The first sopranos in the morning and daddy's bleeding soul at his funeral unplugged now.
Of course the middle of the day was spent away from home because #1. domestic men are often assholes and #2. random bloggers visiting the farm scare me. I did not get any homework done, and it doesn't look like i'm getting there, what with my favorite sociopath coming to make me ache for an hour, but there's always tomorrow.
But now it's back to be engulfed in the wrenching angles of my cardigan clad "oops I didn't know I was sexy" hero.
