after the latening of pranks, breakfasted. eggs and toast and talk and new book prep.
i'm waiting on a friend. and this sink needs attention, what's in it.
tonight is the finnish. fins spreading their bets at the tournament--a lot of michigan stating, and this sink needs attention--a feeling that pitt makes in the stomach.
to do the dishes, take a sponge (hopefully not too racked with water) and add suds then add dishes. whatever number comes up should be partially prime--inside of itself.
really though. i'm going to wash dishes and i'm dull an full and there are more papers to squawk at.
here's another picture: