i think the fridge is talking to me. every so often the sound of an electric screwdriver buzzes.
i've pushed the fridge. even told it to be quiet and still the blasts of buzz.
i've got another day off of work. i've got another day and a half to use up.
so now, i sit in the kitchen, in the quiet (except for my friend the buzzing fridge) and drink my coffee.
things to do today:
lunch date with toby at the all-you-can-eat indian buffet
it'll be a busy day off of work--better get going. only so long you can postpone a shower.
ps. we saw death cab for cutie last night. wowza.