8/9/2004 05:32:58 PM|||Amy|||Goddamned chores. My whole life is about chores. Get up, go to work, work, go home, cook, clean, try not to yell because I'm so fucking tired that my fuse is constantly lit.

Anyhoo.

So, I've been taking a series of breaks to try to break up the monotony of chores. Maybe two breaks does not make a series, but I'm about to go on vacation from work and hopefully, there will be more breaks to come.

Last Thursday I took the baby Bear to Six Flags - which, if you don't know this, is a big ol' amusement park. If I feel a little less lazy, I might write about the trip later. Suffice to say, we went with Bill, one of my bestest friends from high school, and he is a superfragilistic fabuloso friend with whom to go on a trip like this one. He was an amazing sport, even when Bear threw up on him on the "Hurlchilada".

Then, over the weekend, I went to the sparkling beaches of Galveston. Oh, Galveston! How I have maligned you, and now I must make amends!
|||109209125562233325|||So Much Writing To Do That It Feels Like a Chore