Or I feel like not writing anymore, ever again, because if I'm just talking to myself I might as well just keep a paper diary.
Then I get a comment from my cousin (who I still kind of hero worship to a tiny degree) in an email or I read some one else's blog and think: "Hey I've got some good ideas too! I should blog about my thoughts and stuff..."
Then I get back to the place I lovingly (or disdainfully, I'm not sure it's a really strong emotion whatever it is) call 'Square One'. You know that place where you just slide back to start over because going forward doesn't look like it's going to get you much of anywhere. Yeah.
But that's okay. I guess. I'll keep blogging about the BLECK that is my life, at the very least it'll save me some therapist fees.
So, since I'm talking to myself I'm just going to ramble.
Today was a good day. Though I didn't eat healthy AT ALL and got frustrated with my man's glitter phobia (oh yes, it is possible). I got to watch the tail end of a Red Green episode. I'm pretty sure it's one of my favorite television shows of all time. Got to snuggle and wake up late. Ran around and got a new video game, made a sign for Terrace's play to embarrass her/make her happy, then we got to see her play Cinderella! She was super cute (okay so maybe super cute isn't the best thing to say about a buxom 26 year old woman, but it's a lot less awkward then what I was going to say). Then laughs.
Now my hubby (at 2:30 AM) is killing stuff on the PS3 while I navigate him from my place at GameFAQ's (and go back to my fanfiction when he doesn't need me).
I didn't really think about much today. It was a light and flaky kind of a day with a hint of butter flavor and honey. So no deep thoughts or questions or anything like that. Just a 12 year old's version of 'the best day ever!'