Where's the Party?

Good morning, Hamilton! Yawns and shakes off the demons of the night. Not much going on here. Ate way too much at a local Chinese buffet yesterday, and then talked to Carrie until about 1:30 am. The computer was giving me issues yesterday, but seems to be mostly behaving today. I got up a little before 6 am today, and really haven't gotten much done since. I am dressed, and I'm already needing to cut back on my smokes, mostly because I can't think of anything else to do. Right now, I'm listening to music from The Producers and chilling. Soon, I vow, I will do the dishes that are collecting in the sink, and then probably waste time online until med time. Then I hope to get the living room cleaned. I don't plan on leaving the house, except for a few short errands around 1 pm. This is the life of the Madwoman. Wondering why I'm crazy yet?
I do have to come up with a quote-of-the-day for my whiteboard on the fridge, and a title for this blog.....the whiteboard will read, "Every woman adores a fascist." -Sylvia Plath. Like most of the jokes of the mad,no one sees the humor, save the initiated......