Rocket Surgeon: A person with less-than-stellar aptitude. A mixture of "rocket scientist" and "brain surgeon" This phrase describes a person who is neither.

Monday, September 7, 2009

I am who I am. Nobody's approval needed.

Today has found me home alone as Jason has left town to visit his grandma in Plainview. I have basked in napping, reading, piano playing, spending time with my niece Ash, and eating everything in sight. I love solitude. Sometimes I wonder if there might be something wrong with me because I love being by myself so much. I think it's a good place to be. We got a new mattress, a sleep number, and I think it is sending me subliminal messages to crawl into it. But after all, it is Labor Day, a perfectly fine day to use as an excuse to do nothing right?

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