I miss it.
I will start my own beer brewing company.
Too much to do today to start on the actual writings I have been writing that I am planning on writing about.
Soon.
On a side note, for some reason, this pregnancy has caused my body to create copious amounts of mucous which congregates in my sinuses and face. I'm going through tissue paper (the nose kind, not the gift kind) in mass quantities. As in I am taking out whole TREES here.
I need to get up and get dressed.
Zack just walked through the room and informed me that my boobs are looking exceptionally beautiful this morning.
I have just looked at them long and hard and from this angle there doesn't seem to be all that much of the beautiful about them. They look predictably mammary-ish to me. And sore.
The day looks pleased with itself. Looking out the window it seems to have a smug quality, as in,
"Yesh. I know. I AM lovely."
Alright.
Must.
Pull.
Myself.
Together.
Stuff.
To.
Do.