Last Day
It's the last day of my self-styled NaBloPoMo and I have no triumphant final thoughts - I almost just went to bed without posting, and it's already after midnight. I finally slept a good chunk last night, so that was good, and had a lazy day with Eve and then went to see Frozen II with Eve's friend and her mom (a badass bitch who sobbed her heart out). Matt drove Angus back to Elmira a day early because there's supposed to be bad weather tomorrow, instead of going to get a Christmas tree with him, so that sucked a little, but he'll be home for Christmas in a couple of weeks.
Thanks, as always to everyone who commented - happily surprised to see some new names, happily happy to see the old(er) ones. It's nice that some people have said "could you maybe SLOW THE FUCK DOWN with the blog posts, I can't keep up" instead of "geez, it's been a while, have you forgotten how to write or are you just choosing not to?" (I had the most overwhelming sense of déja vu typing this, I suddenly felt like maybe I had said in my first post of the month that that was I was actually trying to get people to say. I just checked and I didn't, but that would have been either cool or further confirmation that I am losing my marbles).
That book that was taking me so long to finish? Turns out it was a good thing, because when I finally had a chunk of time to read more than a few pages, I realized that it was stupid and badly written. At this rate I'm not going to break a hundred books read this year, though, so I should probably try to step it up a bit, in between baking and shopping and wrapping. Or I won't, because I am not at all obsessive or compulsive about this kind of thing and it will not bother me in the least if I end up at 97 or 98. Gulp.
I promise I will still show you the gingerbread houses. Right now I am going to carry my snoring dog up to bed. Happy December.
Thanks, as always to everyone who commented - happily surprised to see some new names, happily happy to see the old(er) ones. It's nice that some people have said "could you maybe SLOW THE FUCK DOWN with the blog posts, I can't keep up" instead of "geez, it's been a while, have you forgotten how to write or are you just choosing not to?" (I had the most overwhelming sense of déja vu typing this, I suddenly felt like maybe I had said in my first post of the month that that was I was actually trying to get people to say. I just checked and I didn't, but that would have been either cool or further confirmation that I am losing my marbles).
That book that was taking me so long to finish? Turns out it was a good thing, because when I finally had a chunk of time to read more than a few pages, I realized that it was stupid and badly written. At this rate I'm not going to break a hundred books read this year, though, so I should probably try to step it up a bit, in between baking and shopping and wrapping. Or I won't, because I am not at all obsessive or compulsive about this kind of thing and it will not bother me in the least if I end up at 97 or 98. Gulp.
I promise I will still show you the gingerbread houses. Right now I am going to carry my snoring dog up to bed. Happy December.
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I enjoy the way you speak, write, talk....well, you know what I mean.
Suz