things I want to get this weekend:
a get-well card for my grandmother, who slipped and fell, breaking a finger or other bone in her hand…
an oil change for my poor neglected car.
easter candy on sale at target.
A shaver for my scalp. (also, probably, from target)
I know there was more, but I can’t remember. Today is another boring addition to my existence in Plymouth, MN. I’m considering writing a novel while at work. I could just write a sentence or two in between every menial task I perform, and I’m sure a few weeks later I’d have hundreds of pages.