editing your life

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I did not wake until 10, I did not dress until 3. I left the house only once, to walgreens. Necessities. Deodorant, batteries, toothpaste, and the card. The card I will need to write in and then send. To Corie. Forgive me for not calling, forgive me for not sharing, forgive me for being me.

I read my blog today from the very beginning. Jaded, sweet, wonderful Jaded was the first to post, to comment. I read every word I had written. I saw mistakes in my typing and spelling. I saw the little pencil for editing your post. Wouldn't that be nice? If we could go back and edit our lives? Erase what was bad? Underline and bold what is good?

My debit card was demagnatized. It is a royal pain. Everywhere I go they have to input the number, manually It is met with a look like "what, you mean I actually have to type in sixteen numbers?" I'm waiting on a new one.

Discussing this with Larry this morning, he asks if I saw the house that burned.
What house?
Down the street.
No, what happened?

It caught on fire, 4:30 this morning, all three news teams there, filming the meltdown of a family. I have not been out. It seems the car caught on fire and it spread to the house. They all got out, the house was for sale, they do not have replacement value in the homeowners insurance. Through the charred opening, you can see a baby crib. I would like to edit this picture, turn back time, leave the car in the street.

Tomorrow there will be a block party for them. I will go to walmart and fight with them about inputting the 16 numbers to buy a gift card for my neighbors. My sister will call and ask Chick Fil-A for gift cards for them.

AFI listed the The Top 100 Movie Lines Interesting.

I am still tired.