I had a really good milkshake last night. Oreo/chocolate/malt. I would like another one of those, please. I would like to leave work now with that milkshake. Steal Peanut from Ben's house. Go back to my place, change into my pajamas, open those windows in my bedroom- the ones that don't actually open. Spend the rest of the morning in bed with the calm puppy, the boy dozing or playing his Castlevania game next to me. I'll watch DVDs, or play my own new game, or read a book. In the afternoon, after Sharif has gone to work, I'll take my iPod for a walk through the woods. I'll sit by a river for awhile and watch the water.
Or maybe I'll stay at work, where my hand has decided to ache when I type. And there's a granola bar for breakfast, if I want it. Yeah.