dammit.

it's eight o'clock.


i've been eating dinner for like... the past hour and a half. suman made steaks, and veggies, and i sat and slowly munched and watched real world.


alas, it is sunday, and i have to go to studio for the miss iowa city pageant. and, i need to get there at eight thirty, AND i need to stop at home so i can change clothes and bring jon his mink wrap.


ok, i'm gonna pester suman.