The end of good times are upon us…

Someone should check behind the couch because I have just realized two days are gone. I have looked in the pockets of all my jeans, beneath the papers piled high on the desk- I even searched all my favorite blogs, but no matter where I looked there only seemed to be more missing! Ah, that was not terribly cleaver or even remotely amusing but it did make me feel better. As did the few tasks I accomplished during my liaison in the time vacuum; ten dollars worth of laundry put neatly away, one showing of City of Ember thoroughly enjoyed {despite the overweight couple who got in free ‘cause their daughter worked there and laughed so hard they farted during Disney family film trailers. Oh, and did I mention they sat directly behind us in the empty theater and spent most of the film looking for treasure in their popcorn buckets, well- when they weren’t farting of course. I suppose that is a testament to the films quality because even after all that, I thought the film, not the experience, was wonderful}, caught up on all my favorite shows {True Blood is still the most incredible thing currently on television}, compiled a new reading list for next week! In between all these sweat breaking tasks I also managed to talk with a few friends, even hang out a bit. There are several people who have seemed to dropped from the loop when I was talking a few days to myself to, um, er- grieve the death of good times. I may be taking a very brief trip soon, probably not during the weekend and not with any hope of spending time with my friends.