i just finished playing "who wants to be a cotton millionaire?" i ended up in debtor's prison. figures.

i'm ready to move. i don't like this apartment anymore. when we get our new place, i'm going crazy on decorating. i might tend towards the stupid. chris will come home after work and ask, "what's with the giant mobile made of feathers, macaroni, toothpaste tubes, and styrofoam cups? and why must you hang it right in front of the tv?"

"because," i'll snootily reply, "the place over the sofa was taken up by the three-dimensional time line of south african history."

the lawn in front of our apartment building is flooded due to all the rain. i'm talking, i was knee-deep when i took out the trash. weren't certain plagues caused because of poor drainage/sewage systems? or maybe i'm thinking of something else.