And no. Not the kind where I see little men in white coats with sharp scalpels cutting people's life strings. (Obscure Stephen King reference, and one of my favorite books of his)
I've been getting to sleep well after midnight and waking up at six.
This is unnatural. I don't give a shit who you are.
And it certainly doesn't work for me.
I'm on my porch last night smoking at twelve-thirty. Insanity, I tell ya.
FINISHED WIND GODDESS!!!
Holy shit. I swear to God. I will never, ever, do that "write a book in a weekend" shit again.
I'll be working on WATS this weekend. It's around 35,000 in. I need to find a way to get those neat little bar things that show my progress up on my blog. Um...somehow.
Also, starting on Earth Goddess. And considering Eden (the Earth Goddess, herself) keeps popping into my head, I'd say she's impatient for me to tell her story.
Sheesh. Goddesses. *eye roll*
Let's see. What's happend around here?
Have had a particularly shitty week at work. Short-handed. Busier than hell. Issues with friends and their problems. And I've had a bit of shocker. It's not my news to tell, but suffice it to say, it's taken me off of my equilibrium. If, in fact, I was ever there to begin with.
And Middle Chicken got kicked off the bus for poking holes in a school bus seat. She wouldn't roll on her friend, so apparently I'm paying for BOTH seats. Just shows you how fucked up the Admin is at my childrens' school. It always amazes me that they don't want to deal with parents unless they want something.
Downloaded some music from iTunes. So I'm jamming to Leona Lewis, Toby Keith, Finger Eleven, Webbie, and Miley Cyrus.
Yeah. You heard me. MILEY CYRUS.
Can I tell you how absolutely horrified I am that I LIKE one of her songs? But, um, this stuff happens. *scuffing toe*
If my kids can like Eddie Money, by God, I can like Miley Cyrus.
It's windier than I-don't-know-what here. Oldest Chicken said she could toss a cat into the air, and it would fly. *snickering*
Hell of a visual, eh?
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