Too Much Chocolate Milk

I think I'm going to vomit. Made a HUGE glass of the stuff and now I am too full to focus on my writing, which has been going extremely well.

I helped Fallon shop today. I didn't help really. I merely watched her stare at things and make comments.
While at Wal*Mart, she had one of her husband's friends mix her paint. He had on a tie that had a bunch of old 90's cellphones covering it.
Fallon - Look at his tie.
Me - That's funny.
Fallon - He made a call earlier from it.
AND THIS IS WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID:
Me - Fallon, the fashion interrogator.... 'What, are you making calls on that stupid tie, boy?!'
OR
Me - Did you have decent signal strength?
Mayyyyyybe the former sounds funnier in my head.

I am going to help the lass paint Sunday and stay the night at her house Saturday. I will blow the roof off the place, ha.

Did see a duck in the parking lot. I tried to get it to look at me, but the woman's car I was standing behind was getting aggravated since she wanted to back out. Ha.

Already bought tickets to this. A dream of mine is going to come true. Next is Swan Lake (the music is amazing) and an Opera, and a broadway (preferably Sweeny Todd or Chicago). Or The Mouse Trap. I love Agatha Christi -- but I would take my mother with me, alongside my sister, since my mother is a HUGE fan of the woman. the biggest.

Anyway, Background music for my writing because I am suddenly very tired.