it's a convoluted mess
Despite making little to no progress on the Ben & Marina story for MONTHS, that project is constantly on the brain when it comes to writing. It probably doesn’t help (or maybe it does) that I tend to listen to the Ben & Marina playlist several times a week. And as given songs play, the corresponding points in the story roll around in my head. I’m currently hung up on trying to write a scene… Keep reading…Words that come to mind…
… Apparently the only thing I am capable of writing here as of late are bulleted lists. … My sinuses are revolting again. At first I thought it was allergies. Bob’s allergies were kicking in, mine probably were too. But then there was the sore throat, the fever, and the feeling that I got hit by a truck. That lasted a few days but the sinuses have held out much longer. Neither allergy nor cold… Keep reading…The more you turn away…
Sheep does a staggeringly accurate reenactment of this week in my life. Oxygen is overrated anyway. — Help Me Nick Carter
Andy Grammer and the sad lamp. Sounds like some sort of after school special. Happy Monday. Or something. My retinas are burning. — Fine By Me Andy Grammer
Looking at Pinterest, as I do, and realized that the last two things I pinned, side-by-side, might help explain that dream I had. We won’t get into the fact that we’ve logged over 1000 song plays in iTunes in little over a month. Leonard is just as confused as I am. Also, not amused by this three-hours-of-sleep-a-night bullshit. We are on the same page he and I. —
Bob is gone on the annual company fishing trip up on Mille Lacs and won’t be home until tomorrow. From the day I moved in with him, we have not spent one single night apart. Tonight is the first time in over four years that I will be sleeping alone. I kind of don’t know what to do with myself. After Bob left this afternoon, I started laundry and then started the unnecessarily daunting task… Keep reading…Looking for a two-ply hefty bag…