No School again tomorrow! I know I should be more concerned about the money, but after driving in today's 'end of days' white-out, I have to say I am just glad to release my mind from fretting and stressing about road conditions and whatnot.
How are you? I am alright. I'm not having an especially fun time sorting through my Cedar Falls stuff and trying to pin down a perfect order. I guess I thought it would be barrels of fun, but it is not. Mostly I just get imbarrassed by my glaring typos or awkward syntax or downright mediocre work, and then I am glum. And uninspired.
And this was supposed to be a fun outlet, right? A neat lil hobby. It kinda feels like a bit of a pain in the ass at present.
But I WANT to get it done. I want to transfer everything over and have it over with. I believe I will feel good when that is accomplished. Perhaps I can work more on it tonight and tomorrow too. Because despite how awful much of the writing it, I have a deep affection for it for some reason. A certain shy pride. And I want to share it. Weird, right? Because so often I wish I'd never told anyone about this bizarre little compulsion to write these useless stories. But I do. I do want to share them and have people find them fun and addicting the way I do.
Ugh. This is worse than being a fucking actor, I tell you. Gross.
But wonderful, in its way.
Hey guess what? My houseguest shoveled the stairs today before I got home, without having to even be asked! WHAAAAAT? It's a post-christmas miracle! I expressed my sincere thanks for it and felt much more cheerful because of it. Too little too late? Oh, most definitely, lol. But a nice surprise to come home to when your arms are full of groceries and you're glad to be home alive.
Play date tomorrow possible! Pending weather conditions and ambition, lol.
How are you? I am alright. I'm not having an especially fun time sorting through my Cedar Falls stuff and trying to pin down a perfect order. I guess I thought it would be barrels of fun, but it is not. Mostly I just get imbarrassed by my glaring typos or awkward syntax or downright mediocre work, and then I am glum. And uninspired.
And this was supposed to be a fun outlet, right? A neat lil hobby. It kinda feels like a bit of a pain in the ass at present.
But I WANT to get it done. I want to transfer everything over and have it over with. I believe I will feel good when that is accomplished. Perhaps I can work more on it tonight and tomorrow too. Because despite how awful much of the writing it, I have a deep affection for it for some reason. A certain shy pride. And I want to share it. Weird, right? Because so often I wish I'd never told anyone about this bizarre little compulsion to write these useless stories. But I do. I do want to share them and have people find them fun and addicting the way I do.
Ugh. This is worse than being a fucking actor, I tell you. Gross.
But wonderful, in its way.
Hey guess what? My houseguest shoveled the stairs today before I got home, without having to even be asked! WHAAAAAT? It's a post-christmas miracle! I expressed my sincere thanks for it and felt much more cheerful because of it. Too little too late? Oh, most definitely, lol. But a nice surprise to come home to when your arms are full of groceries and you're glad to be home alive.
Play date tomorrow possible! Pending weather conditions and ambition, lol.
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