  Ran errands at lunch. I hate doing that but I felt a little lost without my cell phone, so I ran home and then suddenly had 50,000 other things to do. In one hour. Fuck it, I just bought the stamps for work and a Sugar Free Red Bull. And several packs of MULs. Still cannot decide whether or not I am hungry. It's probably the sinus medication and the fact that I've heard "My Sharona" about 15 times already today. Should call for food...I need sustenance for tonight...cleaning and shit. I hate housework. Damn.
Okay, so maybe I am a little more cranky... Here's my Friday afternoon dilemma: How on earth to scoot from the hood all the way out to Deep Ellum, then back to the Ville with French-Kitty t-shirt(s) and four bottles of wine (not ALL for tonight, please!...there's really nothing left to bruise anyway). Any help with logistics would be most appreciated. C 2004 your-non-girlfriend.com 
