I have sent out one round of bills.

I have put new tires on the car.

I have done laundry for the week. I have CLEANED THE GODDAMN TOILET.

This "grownup responsibility" thing is FOR THE BIRDS.

I spent the morning with my mother, where I clipped the dog's nails, swept & mopped the floors, ordered a wheelchair, and scrubbed the cabinets. Then I ran some errands and took a nap and took the dog for a walk.

And now I'm going out to see my BIL play saxophone for an amateur funk band at some warehouse in the Mission. I would rather, frankly, stay home and sleep. Ah, well.

Yummmm, apple crisp. That's sounds delicious! (I've been craving something sweet all day long, but am currently eating crab cakes with aioli sauce instead. I'll have a clementine before bed for my sweet fix.)

I slept late, and then went to the Music Box to see Frankenstein streaming live from London's National Theatre. A bunch of us had a late lunch after at Uncommon Ground. Got in about 4 miles of walking during all of that.

Now I'm crashed out and watching episodes of Craig Ferguson.

I just had crab cakes for dinner! Synchronicity.

I have also been successfully avoiding grown up responsibility all week. I really like when I can do that. Apologies to everyone who cannot.

Frankenstein streaming live from London's National Theatre

Lucky you! Oh, well.

Crab cakes for everyone! I had bought some tartar sauce to eat with it, not knowing that the box had aioli sauce inside. A much tastier choice than the tartar sauce.

I have been way too fucking grownup the past couple weeks. It's tiring.

...I don't like crabcakes. I live in and love Baltimore. But I can't get on the crabcake train. I basically don't like 90% of seafood. And the smell of fishy things is awful to me. It's what happens when you grow up in a desert. The few fishy things I like are fresh trout (it was in the rivers and lakes) and shrimp, because we had crawdad/crayfish from the irrigation ditches and close enough.

But I don't love them. Just don't find them gross and weird tasting.

Lucky you! Oh, well.

They added more dates that don't appear to be on the website, Wednesday @ 7:30 and next Saturday @ 2pm. It might be worth calling the box office to ask.

I will caution anyone with sexual assault triggers who is thinking about attending the show.

Aww. Graham Norton picked a relationship in his audience and read the couple's text messages and they were so insanely sweet. They called each other pickle and angel and honeypuff in just about every message, and signed off with "xx."

I say this in a distant sort of ICOULDNEVERDOTHAT way. I just think it's adorbs that they grabbed a couple who used actual words to each other.

So...Buffista couples. Own up. What would you look like if Graham Norton read your texts with your SO on international TV. Cute? Embarrassing? Offensive?

So...Buffista couples. Own up. What would you look like if Graham Norton read your texts with your SO on international TV. Cute? Embarrassing? Offensive?

I could only hope that they read out the message Wallybee sent me when I was off to play D&D, which read: "HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."