Market report: empanada lady wasn't there! WOE. (I could drive down to Fells Point to the restaurant, but when?!) Spinach, loaf of chili cheese bread, white nectarines and a sensation melon. Yeah, I have no idea. I figured if I couldn't get my empanadas, I might as well try something new.

Now I'm waiting for a call, then I can go run my bazillion errands. And then I will swim. And then I will strip paint.

I'm going to get a haircut, and then coming home.

Dang y'all, I'm just at the point of making coffee.

Oh, I'm still in my pjs, and unshowered, but soon, that will change.

I did make room for all my new nail polish, by moving some of glitter polishes to another cabinet.

I need a helmer.

We're up an getting ready to go to the skirball.

I got up late, got mac to the grandparents' for Sat cartoons, got DD ice latte and came home. Tiny bit of clean up in the garage and now it is time to go back over there and pick him up. I want to piddle around my house all day alone.

My newly applied and painted nails are not conducive to the yardwork I need to do, nor to the moving of piles of bricks from my garage that I need to do, nor to the deconstruction of shelves and moving of closet rod that I also need to do. I'd rather just go shop, but alas, no money.

I'm looking at half-packed boxes and considering researching rituals to summon the moving fairy.

So wish I were closer.

OH! I did unpack another box today. one in the garage.

I think my transformation into grumpy old man is nearly complete. I stopped by a local breakfast place on my way to work this morning and when people who came in after me got jumped forward in line, I just turned on my heel and stormed out of the place.

Tolerance for bullshit now holding steady at 0%.

I should probably get in on this round of the polish exchange; I have a ton of great colors I never use, and surely someone else can get some pleasure and use out of them.