<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761881</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:58:22.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somedaysihavealototsay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somedaysihavealototsay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220918584145144150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761881.post-109090874074589381</id><published>2004-07-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:12:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp;Brushed my hair two minutes after I got up. &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Bit my fingernails. &lt;br /&gt;3. Threw out two old pens. &lt;br /&gt;4. Was told I was a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;5. Had a conversation about bones with my son. &lt;br /&gt;6. Removed a comment someone left me. &lt;br /&gt;7. Drank from a fountain. &lt;br /&gt;8. Read Chapter 3 in Steinbeck's Grapes Of Wrath. &lt;br /&gt;9. Got asked to McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;10. Sat at a pine table. &lt;br /&gt;11. Played with the cat. &lt;br /&gt;12. And ignored my bird. &lt;br /&gt;13. Borrowed a pair of jeans from Cindy. &lt;br /&gt;14. Wanted a toasted tomato sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;15. Thought about sex. &lt;br /&gt;16. Got my name on the board. &lt;br /&gt;17. Looked at books I have never read. &lt;br /&gt;18. Saw Squig downtown. &lt;br /&gt;19. Got off the bus three stops early. &lt;br /&gt;20. Walked the rest of the way home. &lt;br /&gt;21. Sprayed air freshener. &lt;br /&gt;22. Talked about Kitten Chow. &lt;br /&gt;23. Encountered a lot of fluorescent lighting. &lt;br /&gt;24. Washed fingerprints of my coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;25. Knocked over my love seat. &lt;br /&gt;26. Bought&amp;nbsp;tickets to a play. &lt;br /&gt;27. Looked at a picture of the Mona Lisa &lt;br /&gt;28. Wrote my name on my bankcard. &lt;br /&gt;29. Thought about washing my windows. &lt;br /&gt;30. Didn't shave my legs. &lt;br /&gt;31. Walked up six flights of stairs. &lt;br /&gt;32. Cut tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;33. Saw Ferris Bueller was on TV again.&amp;nbsp; So I shut it off. &lt;br /&gt;34. Wore my loudest shoes. &lt;br /&gt;35. And my favorite blue shirt. &lt;br /&gt;36. Read a clean joke. &lt;br /&gt;37. Left where I go Everyday early. &lt;br /&gt;38. Did two loads of laundry. &lt;br /&gt;39. Did not fold any of it. &lt;br /&gt;40. Listened to a busker sing Downtown Train-Rod Stewart. &lt;br /&gt;41. Decided I needed a new mouse pad. &lt;br /&gt;42. Laughed on the bus with a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like I brushed my teeth forever. &lt;br /&gt;44. Studied a building built in 1920. &lt;br /&gt;45. Didn't wear socks. &lt;br /&gt;46. But wore a hideous red shirt all morning. &lt;br /&gt;47. With blue polka dot shorts. &lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed about my outfit later.&amp;nbsp; I looked fabulous!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;49. Sat on my favorite planter. &lt;br /&gt;50. Emptied a coffee cup. &lt;br /&gt;51. Cleaned out some of the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;52.&amp;nbsp;Talked to Charlie for twenty minutes. &lt;br /&gt;53. Sat on a brick wall. &lt;br /&gt;54. Thought about sex again. &lt;br /&gt;55. Wondered how much longer I would be living in London for. &lt;br /&gt;56. Used a computer that was not mine. &lt;br /&gt;57. Liked the rain. &lt;br /&gt;58. Hated the rain. &lt;br /&gt;59. Lit candles. &lt;br /&gt;60. Swept the kitchen floor. &lt;br /&gt;61. Had a bath. &lt;br /&gt;62. Put on a Toronto Blue Jays t-shirt afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;63. Rode in an elevator. &lt;br /&gt;64. Put a Martina McBride CD in my book bag. &lt;br /&gt;65. Checked my email twice. &lt;br /&gt;66. Ate cucumbers. &lt;br /&gt;67. But not Magic Mushrooms, AJ.&amp;nbsp; I cannot even imagine. &lt;br /&gt;68. Got a hug. &lt;br /&gt;69. Bought toilet paper. &lt;br /&gt;70. Watched my son dig in the sand. &lt;br /&gt;71. Only had to cook one meal. &lt;br /&gt;72. Almost got a library card. &lt;br /&gt;73. Learned someone was getting married. &lt;br /&gt;74. Read the label on a bottle of Cod Liver Oil pills. &lt;br /&gt;75. Watched Sex and The City for the first time ever.&amp;nbsp; Friar Fuck!&amp;nbsp; I laughed until I cried. &lt;br /&gt;76. Didn't call anyone. &lt;br /&gt;77. Put my computer desk in order. &lt;br /&gt;78. Washed two cookie sheets. &lt;br /&gt;79. Thought about Tarzan. &lt;br /&gt;80. Almost plucked my eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;81. Kissed kids good night. &lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a bag of chips. &lt;br /&gt;83. And a stamp. &lt;br /&gt;84. Danced all silly until the kids and I collapsed on the floor in laughter. &lt;br /&gt;85. Watched deaf people talk. &lt;br /&gt;86. Sat in the grass. &lt;br /&gt;87. Talked to my neighbor over the fence for five minutes. &lt;br /&gt;88. Ate a cookie. &lt;br /&gt;89. Wanted a massage. &lt;br /&gt;90. Watched Cindy play on my webcam. &lt;br /&gt;91. Took out my garbage. &lt;br /&gt;92. In the rain. &lt;br /&gt;93. Put on make-up twice, then gave-up. &lt;br /&gt;94. Hung fresh towels in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;95. Woke-up to someone knocking on my door this morning. &lt;br /&gt;96. And was very annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;97. Went back to bed five minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;98. Decided Monday's just plain suck. &lt;br /&gt;99. Cried more than I smiled. &lt;br /&gt;100. But remembered every smile of the day. &lt;br /&gt;101. 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