Yesterday, Joey brought home 9 delicious, home-grown tomatoes from a coworker of his. I determined that today, I’d make some tomato sauce. It would give me something to do, and something to think about besides feeling sorry for myself.

So I cut them up, set them to simmer (for 4 hours!) and stirred them occasionally.

Then I met Katie for lunch; rather, she came and got me and took me for lunch. It was super fun. About halfway through, though, Scar began to protest. I guess I had stood up for too long while skinning the tomatoes or something.

I came back home and collapsed on the couch and fell asleep.

It is super lame that I can’t do anything or go anywhere without coming home and needing a nap. I AM ONLY 26 YEARS OLD. SERIOUSLY.

And now, since it is Opening Night for Up, the newest Pixar film, Joey and I are off to NorthPark (the best place in the whole entire world) to see it for our date tonight. Seeing Pixar movies on their Opening Night is tradition with us, and even though I think I may regret it tomorrow (no, I will regret it tomorrow) I didn’t want to break our tradition. I don’t even like cartoons or computer animation. It’s too far removed from reality. Give me something I can actually imagine happening, please.

And that’s all. If I type much more Joey will give me the stink eye because we might be less than an hour early for the movie.