Sat 6/2/12 2:43 pm
I am watching the Def Leppard story for a second time. It’s R’s disc. I wish I could figure out how to turn on the closed captioning since I can’t understand every third word of the British accents. (sorry Bex!) Stupid overly complicated digital LCD TV.
Ya know, I think the guy they cast to play Steve Clark is cuter than Steve Clark was. Not to be disrespectful of the dead. Just saying.
Spook and I hit a couple of yard sales before it started raining.
My energy was just crap, so we came home, then went back out again to run some errands. Had to make a special trip to Mom’s to get her toy puppy.
Waiting to hear from Dad to see if they want to keep Spook tonight.
On the phone with Betty.
6/3/12 10:23 AM
Got distracted when I was writing last night. Had about six different mood swings in a six hour span, just said fuck the whole blogging bit. Hard to do when your mind is a congested traffic jam of emotions brought on by erratic mood shifts you can’t begin to explain. I did, later on after a two hour nap, get up and do some housework and write some on my vampire novel. Right now it’s just fucking around, laying a story line down, but after four years…it’s something.
At this moment, I am at mom’s doing laundry. Spook spent the night at Dad’s, they took her to some small town carnival shindig. I think it’s funny she kept them up til eleven last night (these are people who usually go to bed before 10 pm.) Maybe they can understand why I am perpetually exhausted. The child is a battery bunny.
Counting down til Tuesday when the net will be turned back on. I am excited.
I am also scared. I’ve taken a step forward, broken out of my anxiety induced holding pattern, and now so many things could go wrong…
But I am trying to keep an upbeat attitude.
Didn;t find shit at yard sales this weekend. Sometimes it’s like that, especially if I get all hyper and think I am going to find treasure. That;s usually when the fates give a demonic childlish laugh and say DENIED.
I don’t have much else to say, and I’m not sure if it;s because I have an Elavil hangover making me uber sleepy or if I just don;t feel comfy enough to write when I am out of my safe zone. Whatever. Soon, you will all be regaled regularly with my tales of bitching and moaning and cheese and whine. Yay for you.
Or my sympathies.
I am vapor.