no car, and no warning

seven boxes of wine are sitting on my dining room floor.

i'm certain i had somewhere to go from there, but mostly my mind is thinking "DANGER! DANGER!" concerning all that merlot.

tomorrow, marmee and i are going to go to the national gallery to see the emily carr exhibit, and then we're going to clean my house [because it looks like hoodlums and vandals and possibly gremlins have taken up residence], and then maybe a trip to ikea, and finally, hopefully- indian food! [so many 'and then,' i know].

if i can manage to wake up from my dream puff bed. god i fucking missed it.