“All we have to decide is what to do with the time given.” and “Life is what you do with the things done to you.” Sitting around bitching about it never got anybody anywhere, and certainly never sent me on any interesting adventures.
It’s All What You Choose to Do With It…. Read More »
Note to self: the next time I suffer from these yearly sinus infection/allergy things, I need to get the right drug hookup from Stephanie’s Old Man, who, of course, has the best lineup of allergy meds on the market. I can BREATHE AGAIN!
For the record, I am also currently suffering from my twice-yearly sinus infection, and too groggy, muzzy-headed and miserable to write anything of any substance at any length. So things might be short, sharp or otherwise quiet for a while. Also, I would KILL for some fruit juice right now. Like, a gallon.
Though I may, in fact, be sitting up listening to Chris Pureka songs on repeat, posting the lyrics of said songs, in this instance, might make this look like some kind of teenage angst blog, and I’m not particularly angsting tonight. But man, sometimes songs feel so good. It’s not just lyrics, just as fiction
Boy, what a shitty time it’s been. But I will catch up on my sleep, at least. Sleeeeep. Also, I have a mighty hankering for Chipotle. Me and the guys at work keep talking about the damn place nonstop and then don’t go. No, really, I have nothing else of interest to talk about. Me
In Which My Exhaustion Finally Catches Up With Me… Read More »
Some people collect comic books. Some people collect GI Joes. Some people collect those little fake knights that you paint. I collect…. well, MLPs. I also create pony mods, an art with a short but glorious history. Steph and the Old Man have a big basement, and Stephanie has set up a nice little quilting
I’ve finished all the GW edits for this push, so now I get to start my week of writing vacation; things may be a little quiet here, too. My brain’s pretty fried, but the book’s better, and after a week to set, I’ll read it over one last time and get it out the door
I ran out of vicoden, so I switched to the massive Ibuprofen prescription the doctor gave me. Sometime during my yawning and eye-rubbing sessions today after getting over 8 hours of sleep last night, I looked at the fine print on the prescription bottle and read that “may cause drowsiness” warning. Man. You know, the
Why do so many forms in Ohio ask for my “marital status”? Is this something I’m just noticing now because I’ve been to so many doctors the last year, or is this something you see more often in Ohio? Maybe I’m just annoyed at the idea of describing myself based on a legal relationship. I