I don't know how lonely I really am; but I can tell you that it is a little after 3am CT, and I am awake -- wide awake. Bloody Hell! Elizabeth is restless and won't stop running around the room, which causes her harness and tags to make jingling noises. Gracie was soundly sleeping on the comforter until Ebie sauntered over and laid down right next to her. While it is sweet that she wants to cuddle up next to her 'sister'; she really is just making a nuisance of herself.
Tonight I worked at the studio! I am making wedding folders for the upcoming bridal fair. This means that I get to proofread all of the documents which will be in the folders that we pass out to brides. I enjoy this kind of work. Plus, I worked on a Mac - which served as a reminder that Drew Barrymore and Justin iMac Boy broke up. I thought they were really 'in love'. What will iMac boy do now? He has lost Drew -- and Die Hard 5 is not happening! I guess he'll have to just hope MS comes out with another crappy operating system which makes the iMac as coveted as the Holy Grail.
My main issue with working with Apple computers is the lack of a 'right click' button on the mouse. All evening, while I was working on editing jpg's and doc's and pdf's, I continued to "right click" when I wanted to copy/paste something -- and all evening, the screen would do really funky things because there is only one button on the mouse and I wouldn't stop pushing it. It was truly bordering on ridiculous by the time I closed down everything and went home.
Well - not really 'home' - since I am still living n Guest Room 1 at the Family Compound. And, not really 'home' - since I just went over to Charlie's on the Lake where my parents were eating dinner. I walked up to their table, enticed by two shrimp and a loaf of homemade bread. Looking back on it makes me blush with embarrassment. I sat down, took my mom's plate, ate the shrimp, then proceeded to tear off chunks of bread from the loaf, adding butter, and eating as if I have been starving for days. I ordered a diet cherry coke -- drank it, thanked my parents for the food, and walked out of the restaurant with a casual goodbye. So bizarre!
I have PT in a few hours -- so really should force myself to sleep. I hope that you are sleeping right now and not being forced to read this drivel as a form of entertainment.
Gross! My cat just sneezed on my foot.
PERSONAL NOTE: Bless you, Gracie! Next time, please use a kleenex.
