it's a convoluted mess
It’s after six in the morning. I haven’t slept. The in-laws are supposed to be coming over right around the time Bob has to leave for work so his dad can beat Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) into submission. Or hook up his battery charger. Whichever. It’s Monday. I’ve been working on a story project for the past few months that is a very slow slog. I am actually quite in-like with what… Keep reading…Been off that track…
The only light connecting me to where you are… I don’t know how many different posts I’ve started and deleted lately. I feel the overwhelming need to write something, but…I got nothin’. Nothing coherent, at least. No, no. Less coherent than usual. It’s four-something in the morning and…guess who’s not sleeping? I had a few nights in a row in bed at least. And it’s now Friday so…weekend. Emerson Mouse and I (Do you think… Keep reading…Four in the morning and I’m staring at the stars…
Oh hey, Insomnia. How’s business? I have some expletives and rude gestures for you. *AHEM* ANYWAY. a.) Emerson Mouse and I are sitting here, done with our lukewarm tea, staring at 6AM on the clock and not feeling the least bit tired. We went to bed at our regular time and never fell asleep. Two-plus hours later, we got up and here we sit. Yes, the “we” in this scenario is me and a stuffed… Keep reading…Won’t let it bend…
I.) I went to bed at a normal time. I even slept. And then my bladder rudely woke me up and…here I sit. Not sleeping. Whatever. II.) We went grocery shopping and I’m pretty sure my face split in half and fell off my skull between the store and the car. SO. EFFING. COLD. III.) Speaking of winter, December was a weird, WEIRD month of weather. It was mid to high 30s most of the… Keep reading…Lost something in between…
Actually sometimes I WISH I drank. Like right now. So I could dull the pain of a uterus who is a demonic sonofabitch trying to kill me. 1.) Next week is Christmas and we haven’t even put the tree up. 2.) Last weekend (a four-day weekend no less) we both had a mystery plague that tried to be a chest cold, but couldn’t quite get over the hump. So that was fun. 3.) I spent… Keep reading…Sometimes I drink…
I have been perming my hair since I was eight years old. (And to everyone who says perms are awful, thank you so much for implying my hair looks like shit…which admittedly, sometimes it does. But that generally has nothing to do with the chemically induced curl.) Before that it was straight, fine, and very flat. Not every perm has been the greatest (third grade school pictures, I’m looking at you), but I’ve never had… Keep reading…Hair…