Yes. We still get the paper. Which is printed on paper.
Friday morning and I'm slow and I need to get ready to go to town and I'm just sort of tired of everything which is a horrible thing to say and sure to jinx me in the great funny game of life where even if you don't believe in god you might believe in the universe or energy or whatever and the older I get the less I believe in any of it. I go through Facebook and I want to kick people in the actual face who post things like "I believe God has a plan for all of us," which is simply and obviously not at all true unless God's plan for some people is a fuck of a lot of pain and suffering.
Which could well be in which case God is a insufferable and cruel prick.
Well. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed today, didn't they?
Aw well. It will be fun to hang out with Lily and the kids and probably Hank for lunch at least and who doesn't still want bright, shiny new school supplies? Pencils all fresh and ready to be sharpened and paper all still blank and ready to be written upon. Do kids still write on paper? With pencils?
Guess I'm fixing to find out.
And that's all the news from Lloyd this morning.
Oh! Owen had his first grade orientation yesterday and Lily says that his teacher is about two inches taller than he is. And that his best friend is in his class again this year which is excellent news.
Target, here we come.
Happy Friday, y'all.