Filling In Time Waiting For Something To Happen

somebody likes the new rug. He rolls around under there constantly.  Weirdo.

He's obsessed with me.  Seriously obsessed.  Sometimes it's creepy how much he needs to be with me.  He has mental issues for sure.

My hair is seriously grey up top.  Worst it's ever been.  Sigh.  Nice robe. 

Actually, I'm pretty mellow about it.  I've had grey poking through since my mid twenties. Stress greys?

Random.  Apparently I was into Oscar.  Why does that not surprise me?