Sunday Chillin'

Except for the part when twenty-four human people 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, today was a pretty relaxing day. I slept in until eight, watched almost all of season three of The Office on Netflix, did one load of laundry, picked shampoo and conditioner up from Safeway and bought a play, The Laramie Project, and a collection of essays by American humorist David Sedaris (Me Talk Pretty One Day) from Aardvark Books on Church Street in the Castro. It is now ten minutes to nine and Bevan 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, um, goodnight!