I just wrote Eleanor an e-mail which I'm hoping she won't take any offense to. It was just what I was thinking at the moment and if I can't talk to my best friend than who can I talk to?
Why am I sitting at home on my computer on a Friday? I don't know. I guess I don't really care. Although friday night television is absolutely awful.
The life of the wife was ended by the knife. That little song from Family Guy keeps repeating itself in my head.
Posted by Maleta at 10:17 p.m.