I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night. Busy brain. Here’s last night’s feature.
… but if we moved just over the border to PA, we would get seven per cent of our income back. Seven per cent! That’s… [math math math]. Zoinks. We could buy a house. With a garage, maybe. But we would have to live in PA. We could afford more house if we had more of a down payment. I bet my parents would give us a down payment if I were pregnant. I don’t want to be pregnant. I’m not pregnant. I’m going to get my period, like any minute now, which is great because I feel like crap, but I don’t want to wake up with it tomorrow morning – I can’t run two miles with cramps. New Freedom, PA is right over the border. It’s also the name of the first feminine hygeine products I ever used. I wonder if New Freedom pads are still around. If we moved there and had a housewarming party, I bet people would show up with boxes of maxi pads. Jokers. I wonder if people who live there abbreviate the town “NF, PA.”
Standing TAAAAALLLLLL on the wings of my dreeeeeeam. Rise and FALL on the something – what the hell was that? The theme to Perfect Strangers? What ever happened to the guy who played Larry? Did he start doing porn or was that someone else? I should wake up Scott and find out if he remembers that show. No, he was probably in college when that was on and wouldn’t remember it. It would be awesome if I was on some game show, and I had to sing the theme to Perfect Strangers, and I could do it and I won the show and everyone would be happy. Yeah, that would be awesome. Some game show where we had to wear red tshirts, like Nickelodeon’s Double Dare, but with Trivia. Oh jebus, I need to go to sleep. Brain, we can think about this tomorrow, right?
