PickledCherub

It's almost one am and I have yet to pack for my impending trip. Fortunately I had a delicious brioche mid-shift, which makes up for the scratchy hand texture. My camping key-hole wound seems to have taken well to the hours it spent in soap and bleach water. My body is tingling from exertion, from labor, from sleepiness. But I will persevere, and I shall pack my bags. Joe came into work tonight and spent a good fifteen minutes watching me wash dishes. It must have been thrilling for him. I am quite a site to behold in front of those industrial sinks, sporting the vinyl apron, wielding my spray gun of steel. The parting was a bit awkward, as I was dripping wet and not in the mood for affection.

I am a sleepy monkey who does not want to pack. I am a very sleepy monkey.

The Olsen twins were on Oprah today. That was pretty exciting. I of course thought of Chris. I wondered, does he know about this? You know and I know very well that I am going to see their new movie.