cimorene

there's the most glorious spiderweb in the yard between a dead branch of the black walnut, the ground, the temporary wall mom and dad made of salvaged bricks, and one post of what used to be the dog enclosure. it's taller than me and at least four feet wide.

and i am so lazy. i just, blah, don't want to go to rite aid--and then the bank. all that driving. unfortunately, i'm in some danger of over-drawing my checking account by as much as fifty dollars if i don't deposit this money. two trips across the river in a week? >.<

and i'm really, really sleepy. i think i need a nap.