This is what is happening in my brain right now.

I just tried to put a stepping stool on my bed to change the lightbulb in my ceiling fan. FAIL.

I ran outside yesterday and could not walk for the first hour of this morning.

Yesterday I wore a white dress and it rained. I also did not realize that my dress was stuck in my underwear for at least ten minutes. Front side too. Whatever.

Monday Night

Tonight I am neglecting my improv responsibilities to do this: (see pic!)

There were multiple bands last night where the performers were all sitting down. People in bands should not sit down unless a. you're the drummer or b. you're paralyzed. I don't think any of these guys were paralyzed.

I wonder if jazz drummers are good dusters? My co-worker/friend thinks probably not-looks like they're just pushing it around!

Last night, the singer dude introduced the other members saying Jeremy is on drums and cymbals. Ah DUH. It'd be funny if he was just on drums and then like Pete was on cymbals.

I officially do not care about anything. Not even the lack of light in my room.

I used the George Foreman grill to make chicken today. Good call.

Putting a new shower liner in is such a  good feeling!

Having a denim bed set would be really funny but maybe not too comfortable.