this is pretty much how i actually think

My dad called me to let me know about a library sale going on this weekend and was very disappointed that I already knew about it. But then I talked to my mom for half an hour and then when I got done I was totally not in the mood to finish writing the post I had started, and so I finally decided that it would be much better to just go read in bed for a few minutes instead. But first I have to go downstairs and set my vcr to tape the first two ever episodes of Days of Our Lives, which has now been on the air for FORTY YEARS and I think that is kind of cool even though I am fully aware that it is sometimes dopey. I like it anyway, and it's certainly no more stupid than anything on the sci fi channel. But it is lonely, going downstairs to operate the recording device, so must the husband be pulled away from his game in order to accompany me, and what do you mean, it has nothing to do with me hating that stupid game he's playing, why do you ask? And I am also even more rambly than usual today and you are quite lucky I am not going into the bleach/shirt story as I have now spent an hour of my day telling that story and now I'm bored with it but hey! Bleach! Shirt! Tea stain! Gone! Sore throat from bleach-stinking shirt! Telling it in these few sentence fragments also means that I don't have to tell you that this tea-stained shirt has been sitting on top of my dryer awaiting my attention since we got back from Sweden. In June. So, yeah. M said that when I got tired of typing I should do this, and I think he's smart so let's give it a try:

Oops, gotta run, stupid keyboard is running out of lette