Narcissism

Narcissist.
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If you could play this entry backwards on your turntable it would say, 'There are other more important things you should, could and would be doing right now'.... ad nauseaum. I've too often found myself here in front of this screen reminiscing through photos. Its completely addictive. I'm lucky that I don't have a documentary film on the illustrious me, because I have a sinking feeling that I'd be watching it in my basement over and over again.
I've always been leery of hobbies. I'm confirming my fears.
I heart conquering fears.
We are finally shifting into lower gears, and the race called 'Summer' is coming into the final stretch. I'm ready for more summer, but instead of the marathon could we finish this out with a lazy float trip?? Dinner is on the table most nights by 7- thanks to our in house chef, Roberre. The weeds are waiting to be pulled, and the bills are still there on billpay. Robert and I were playing cribbage in the kitchen after dinner (delicious baby bok choy, flat noodles, and cherry tomatoes in a captivatingly fresh summer sauce!- you can catch a foodie photo in my flickr), and enjoying each other's company (Mostly arguing about who likes John McCain more, haha) and watching our cat-brained pet, Pinky, cleaning herself in the window. She's a loud licker. She fell out of the window. She fell out of the window!!! The lillies below cushioned her cat-footed landing. The rustle when she landed sent Robert and me into hysterics, and she slunk back into the house under a chorus of smacktalk. Ah, homestyle entertainment. I think warp speed has just graduated to slo-mo.