No, I haven’t been chowing down at The Awful Waffle…(though, now that I mention it, that does sound pretty good).

Egads. I can’t concentrate on anything lately. Nada.

And it sux.

So, tonight I vegged out. Played some Unreal Tournament. Hung out with Erica Kane and All My Children. Basically, I enjoyed a night of nothingness. Maybe my brain activity will return from its catatonic state soon. I hope so. I hate digging the depths of nothingness for a word, a phrase, shit–a vowel.

On another note…

Fishdog and I took my oldest to lunch today and I couldn’t stop staring at him. He’s grown 2 inches in just a few weeks and he’s starting to lose that baby look. He’s leaner, and his walk is changing to a gait. Today his eyes were a beautiful shade of gray. Almost pewter. But, they’ll change tomorrow to a blue or a green, depending on what shirt he’s wearing.

He looks just like me–which is most unfortnuate for him. Actually, I think he wears my face much better than I do. The bridge of his nose is dusted with the freckles I wanted when I was his age. Of course, I’m freckling now…on my shoulders. LOL Not nearly as charming.

Anyway, he’s growing up and it pains me as much as it thrills me. Sure the boy drives me mad. Absolutely, nut-crushing-mad…but he’s my first born (even if he’s a bit of a moron, sometimes) and he’s growing up right before my eyes. And it’s amazing.