Do Not Ass
Last night when I started this post, I was sitting on a twin mattress in the middle of my living room because my bedroom has no furniture and more importantly, no ceiling. While I was willing to sleep camp style in the bedroom (though no actual camping was ever under consideration) it turns out there's a roof vent exposed, which means, despite the central air, it was 80 billion degrees up there. So, because it wasn't enough to have my kitchen in my living room (because the kitchen also has no ceiling) I ended up sleeping down here, too.
I'm a very light sleeper, and it turns out, there are a lot of unusual noises and lights in the living room in the middle of the night including but not limited to the glow of the DVD player's clock, headlights from the road, and curious cats who want to know what this exciting sleepover is all about. Also, it was a craptastic mattress, and so the end result is that I barely slept, and when I did sleep, I dreamed that I had a concussion and so I wasn't supposed to let myself fall asleep.
A list of things that do not involve sheetrock:
Watching: Castle. My enthusiasm for Beckett cannot be contained, and Castle, oh, Castle, I want to write a meta post soon about how he sees himself if you use the Nikki Heat books as perspective. Also, the first Resident Evil movie, which was horrible, but Alice was awesome, and ultimately, she's the reason I'm watching.
Reading: Graceling by Kristin Cashore. I'm just a few chapters in, but Katsa reminds me of Toph from A:TLA, in the best way. I recently finished Sing You Home, despite swearing off Jodi Picoult since I always end up ranting about her narrative twists. (This conversation happened when K saw what I was reading. K: "Aren't all her books about people dying of cancer?" Me: "No, this one has lesbians." K: "So do the lesbians die of cancer?") It was a good book, though I don't think I would have read it if it hadn't been relevant to my interests. Yes, there were some annoying narrative twists, and one character I had really been invested in kind of disappeared at the end, but it was really interesting to read a wildly popular author's unabashed normalization of queerness.
Outdoorsing: Hiking down rock ledges around a waterfall, filling wheelbarrows full of rocks to mark out paths borders in the backyard, watching bats fly over creepy moon, fending off vine attacks while picking blackberries, weeding like a boss.
My subject line is from a road sign I see every day on my way to work. As you can probably guess, the sign should read "DO NOT PASS" but someone has artfully spray-painted a blob over the "P" and so the sign instead reads "DO NOT ASS." It seems especially esoteric this morning.
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I'm a very light sleeper, and it turns out, there are a lot of unusual noises and lights in the living room in the middle of the night including but not limited to the glow of the DVD player's clock, headlights from the road, and curious cats who want to know what this exciting sleepover is all about. Also, it was a craptastic mattress, and so the end result is that I barely slept, and when I did sleep, I dreamed that I had a concussion and so I wasn't supposed to let myself fall asleep.
A list of things that do not involve sheetrock:
Watching: Castle. My enthusiasm for Beckett cannot be contained, and Castle, oh, Castle, I want to write a meta post soon about how he sees himself if you use the Nikki Heat books as perspective. Also, the first Resident Evil movie, which was horrible, but Alice was awesome, and ultimately, she's the reason I'm watching.
Reading: Graceling by Kristin Cashore. I'm just a few chapters in, but Katsa reminds me of Toph from A:TLA, in the best way. I recently finished Sing You Home, despite swearing off Jodi Picoult since I always end up ranting about her narrative twists. (This conversation happened when K saw what I was reading. K: "Aren't all her books about people dying of cancer?" Me: "No, this one has lesbians." K: "So do the lesbians die of cancer?") It was a good book, though I don't think I would have read it if it hadn't been relevant to my interests. Yes, there were some annoying narrative twists, and one character I had really been invested in kind of disappeared at the end, but it was really interesting to read a wildly popular author's unabashed normalization of queerness.
Outdoorsing: Hiking down rock ledges around a waterfall, filling wheelbarrows full of rocks to mark out paths borders in the backyard, watching bats fly over creepy moon, fending off vine attacks while picking blackberries, weeding like a boss.
My subject line is from a road sign I see every day on my way to work. As you can probably guess, the sign should read "DO NOT PASS" but someone has artfully spray-painted a blob over the "P" and so the sign instead reads "DO NOT ASS." It seems especially esoteric this morning.
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