it's tuesday night and i'm home alone kevin mccallister style.
glee is on my tv.
i'm not wearing pants.
i look to my left and there are christmas lights on my fireplace mantle similar to ones that my mother would hang.
i look to my right and there's a trio of holiday gold cone thingys staring me in the face.
i have a shiatsu massage pillow on my neck/back because i'm stressed out from work.
on the ottoman that my feet are currently resting on there's a hammer because i was just running around banging nails into my walls trying to hang things - probably crooked knowing my luck.
what's become of me?
i'm pretty sure i used to be cool.