Day Thirteen: Unlucky? Who Can Tell.
This is day thirteen. I'm not superstitious but it has not been the most lucky day of my life. I've had computer problems. (They're getting worse.) I've had my kid being a spoiled brat problems. (She seems to be getting much too big for her britches all of a sudden.) I've had writer's block. (For two days now.) I'm still having personal problems. (Not worse, but not better.)
Watched Tank Girl tonight. What a heck of a movie! It was kookie and weird and very '80s. Heck, it was more '80s than the '80s. Sort of liked it. (I have one question: Kangaroos? Why kangaroos? My friend thinks it was an Australian movie. I don't know, but that might explain the kangaroos.)
Also looked for toys for the kid for next month's major holiday. Tell me something: Do you think a three year old would really like the new chunky Weebles or should I get something else? I'll probably get her one of those Shake and Go racer cars (probably the red one from the movie Cars). But I need one or two big things for us and my mother to get her. (Did I mention she's spoiled rotten?)
She's gotten it into her head that she's a pirate, but I don't see dressing her up in a pirate outfit and giving her a sword. (For one thing she'd be beating people in the head with it. See rotten.)
That's it. I'm done. I can't think of anything else. So, goodnight. Fare thee well. Peace to you all.
