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.
So…
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.
Either way…
I am vapor.
