I just spent the entire early-afternoon downloading Maroon 5's Songs About Jane if you want to feel like a sexy bitch you should do so as well. Or maybe you should pay for it like a good boy or girl. I certainly wasn't going to, but hey, maybe you should. D an I are supposed to be doing something tonight, but as yet I haven't left my pjs. I did change a light bulb, and clean up the kitchen. I'm avoiding taking the trash out, I suppose that's because its cold enough inside my apartment without leaving it.

I am entirely distracted:

E and I had an unbelievably frustrating conversation last night about what is going to happen when he gets back from Ireland. This drives me batty. I can't look ahead three months to a year. It's too difficult, and painful. When he gets back I have to think of what to do about D. This is not something I want to deal with at this particular juncture, so talking about it with E just gives me a headache. Then somehow we got into over-rated actors and how hot Liv Tyler is. Which of course she is... Simply delicious.