Thoughts.

This is an experiment. I'm really bored and slightly sick and I'm just going to type my actual thoughts out as I have them. This is real.

I want my house to be filled with special treasures and handmade things. But I still want it to look like it belongs in a magazine.

I'm addicted to eating. Or maybe food. I can't tell the difference.

I really hate small talk. That takes all the fun out of massages and haircuts. 

I never want to live without a dishwasher again.

Mike's alarm clock is still an hour ahead. I need to fix that.

There's a basket of Halloween candy in front of me. In other words, I know what I'm having for dinner.

Mike's sleeping and is really sick. I'm thinking about doing his homework for him. He might really appreciate that. I dunno. 

Sometimes I like to hit the "Next Blog" button over and over and just see what's out there. 

God, I'm bored.

We still haven't received that info packet from CHW about speech therapy. I hope it comes tomorrow.