i want to go home, write, and have some pizza.
even if it means only writing for an hour or two, i should really lay off the damned coffee tonight, as much as i don't want to. i love it but it's going to wreck me if i'm not careful, especially in this infernal heat.
i should probably put those license plates on my car, as well. we'll wait til it's almost dark to do that, though.

see above for mundane at its finest.