I decided last night, somehow while reading, that I am in fact old. Not in age or anything, but back to that weary bit that I spoke of six months ago. Tori was watching Mod Squad the other night and there are scenes where they joke about saying “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Not to sound like an asshole, but I’m so busy these days I’m not making much effort to hang out with people I don’t really like in an effort to reduce drama. Anhow, I have fairy tale plots in my head of living happily ever after on a farm with chickens. That’s another story.

I’m watching the Family Guy Star Wars movie, and it’s incredibly more distracting than I was expecting. You know, you just want to sit down with a beer and a movie after building a giant cardboard castle in the basement…