all good friends should match your decor

My internal calendar is completely fucked. Sundays feel like Fridays… Mondays feel like…. wrong.

Saturday was spent taking a whack at the office reorganization, this will take a while. We’ve decided to go ahead and open talks with our friends about occupying a nook at their loft downtown.

chrisglass showed up in the evening… His buddy Art was catching a train out of STL to return to KC the next day… Perfect excuse for a pop-in and crash-out.

Chris wound up returning from dropping Art off and staying the rest of Sunday…

UNO, O2, Mario Kart / Party and inventing words like “Froat” and “Porkubus”… This is typical of most of Mr. Glass’ visits. It’s a five-hour road-trip for him to hang out like a college student at a neighboring dorm room. It suits us well. *but we wish he lived 5 minutes instead of 5 hours away.

We need to get up to Cinci to veg-out in his living-room for a weekend.

I need to get outa the house more – I’ve noticed all of my photos have been from confines of our little house since the holidays hit.

I’m not blogging.