It’s Friday and the event planning dragons are totally breathing down my neck. What does that mean?If you’re just joining the part that means no true post today. Well, that stinks.I know. Are you sure you’re not in a Bejeweled vortex?While I have taken a Bejeweled break, I’m no way stuck in a vortex. I don’t really believe you, but
Dear Blog, Part VI
Dear Blog, It’s been a while since my last letter. I hope you’ve been well. The last two weeks have been rough and I’ve tried to not let it intefere with my blogging schedule, but I’ve lost. While I recuperate from life, I’d like to show you what I get to look forward to on August 31. *squees in excitement*
The Peril of Fat Kid Logic
One of my goals to achieve by the solstice was to drop a pants size. This didn’t happen in part to Fat Kid Logic. Fat Kid Logic is when you justify eating things that aren’t healthy, like ice cream for breakfast. D introduced me to this concept several years ago when we both lost a lot of weight. It was
The Cure to Feline Interruptus
Editing is still happening and I’m in the final push towards the end. This means nothing to my late-in-life development of self-diagnosed ADD. Nor does this mean anything to all the shiny television I’m overdue to watch. This also means shit to my furry children who clamor for attention the instant there is a pen in hand. Fortunate for me,
Happy Friday!
Today is errand day. I’m at Grub Street’s Muse and the Marketplace writer’s conference all weekend and I have things to do that are normally weekend things. So, no post. Besides, the weather in Boston is gorgeous, which means I should be outside anyway. The White One however isn’t allowed outside. He’ll chill out someplace non-cat approved. (See below.) ______Last.fm