Sunday Chillin'

Twenty-four human beings under the age of eleven descended upon our home for nearly three hours this evening to consume pizza and ice cream and wrestle and throw footballs in the hallway and dump one whole can of fish food flakes out onto the floor of Sidney's bedroom.

Otherwise, today was a pretty relaxing day.

I slept in until eight, watched almost all of season three of The Office on Netflix, did a load of laundry, picked shampoo and conditioner up from Safeway and bought The Laramie Project and a collection of essays by American humorist David Sedaris (Me Talk Pretty One Day) from Aardvark Books on Church in the Castro. It's now ten to nine and B and I are both in bed and it's my goal to sleep for no less than ten hours tonight, which I cannot hope to accomplish unless I start immediately. So good night!