i was afraid i'd want to spit in one of non-custodial's eyes and pull the other out with a fork.
but lunch wasn't so bad. we made small talk while we ate. a casual observer wouldn't have known i'd been contemplating evisceration just minutes before.
baby bliss was happy with the short visit and that's all that really matters, right?
***
last night's soda run was a bust. i think the doors only open until a certain hour, after which access is cut off.
i no longer crave that sugary dr. pepper taste, thank goodness. now i've got a hankering for watermelon and pineapple tidbits, both of which we have in the kitchen already. (we're at the library right now so i won't be able to partake for another 1 1/2 hours, at least.)
i'm supposed to be working (read: writing some part of my Work in Progress) but i'm sitting here doing this. LOL
what better way to enjoy my time at the library while waiting for baby bliss to finish her time on the PC than by blogging? :-)
i'm also listening to music. i don't have my headphones and my volume is low but all of a sudden it got very quiet in here. i 've been turning the volume down in increments but it seems to get quieter every time.
am i in trouble? will i be singled out as the culprit and be banished from the library?
i should think not.
there was a young woman sitting in front of me who seemed to relish the thought that we were all taking in her cell phone conversation.
i wasn't (this time) and her loud voice was damned annoying. that was part of the reason i turned my music on. i do like to eavesdrop every now and again but her conversation was the epitome of mundane living.
my ears are tuned to take in more juicy, gossip-y kinds of details.
tsk tsk y'all. i sometimes feel sorry for those who have no scandals to be overheard whilst talking loudly on the cellular.
personally, i take pains to occasionally shock my listeners with loudly whispered words like "g-string" and "nipple", and phrases like "how big was it?!" and "she did what to your...?!"
everyone needs a lil bit of titillation in their lives.
some days i feel i'm here to provide that service.
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