Apparently I'm choosing to show my patriotism by posting a lot

what a dork i am.
it just so happens that there is nothing going on around here this weekend.
it's not ALL to be blamed on Utah.
just the luck of the draw, i suppose.
and i can't really complain, since we have a very active social life in general.
it's just strange.

yesterday was really nice, though.
after the waterpark, we sprawled around the living room playing Tetris.
(on the PS2, which seemed like a waste of technology.)
so nice to just chill sometimes...
then we went to the big fireworks display.
which kinda sucked, frankly.
but at least the kids had fun and behaved well.

blah.

i really thought i had something to say, when i logged in.
i really fucking did.
and now.
now, i have a child crawling ON me.
and i'm too hot.
and the step son just stormed through, asking a bunch of questions.
and.
now i have a different twin crawling on me.
why do i bother??
i swear to god i had something to say.
oh, sure, it probably wasn't anything special.
but now i can most definitely NOT hear myself think.
wait...maybe i can.
there is a distant whispering...
she sounds desperate and frightened--angry.
she is crouched down in a dark place, with cobwebs...
she ignores everything and everyone...
but still they puncture her mind with their needs and wants and---
sigh...
i need earplugs.
or a secret room, to hide in.
or a nanny.
or to stop trying to write.
i don't know...
sometimes i wonder if it's worth it.
but mostly i just need to find out.

we're going to do some of our own fireworks tonight, so that should be interesting.
we'll probably end up maiming ourselves.
which reminds me of one of the jerky boys calls that i loved...
and i don't feel like elaborating.
i don't feel like doing much, at the moment.
somehow it got really hot in here.
(and it really pisses me off that i can't say, "it's getting hot in here" without that DAMN song going through my head--and often, coming right out of my mouth. grrrr.)
the problem could be that i'm sitting on the couch,
holding my laptop...on my lap.
this little fucker puts out a lot of heat.

i am finally hooked up with free music downloads again.
and, of course, i can't think of a damn song i want.
and did i say, "free"? cuz that's not really what i meant.

well, cripes.
this is going nowhere fast.
or worse.
so i'll leave before i do any permanent damage.
heh.