a good shaking isn't always enough, but it's a start
Today I slept a lot and then gave myself a good shaking and got out of the house long enough for a dinner at Subway. That was tasty and the shaking really helped. I don't know if I trust myself to have a pet while living alone; I'd never leave the house for fear said pet would be lonely or need something while I was gone. So. Someday I will get a pet (dog, likely) with someone else. Meantime, I will dogsit, as I am doing now, and visit friends to lavish affection on their pets.
I finished a letter today I've been starting and stopping on for a while. I'll have to drop by Mom's tomorrow and get tape and the proper stamp so I can mail it. There's another letter I've been stopping and starting on, but I finally wrote down all the stuff I want to get to, and I'll get to it slowly over time, and that should free me up mentally to finish the letter, since I miss our penpalling. In related news, the personal essay I'm writing for one of my classes is on handwriting letters and why I love it. Thus far, writing it has been fun. I like personal essays--I just don't write them terribly often. I can get my thoughts out...but organizing them is generally less fun without someone to give critique.
I really should get to work on the essay I have due in poetry class tomorrow...but I hate that class...and I'd rather do the personal essay revision for Tuesday than the poetry paper for Monday... Saa. Well, either way they both need doing. Here's hoping they get done on time. (And don't even start about Wednesday's work, which I need to catch up on...)
In closing: Why is it getting colder and colder outside? Snowbound Veto, man. Snowbound Veto. >_
I finished a letter today I've been starting and stopping on for a while. I'll have to drop by Mom's tomorrow and get tape and the proper stamp so I can mail it. There's another letter I've been stopping and starting on, but I finally wrote down all the stuff I want to get to, and I'll get to it slowly over time, and that should free me up mentally to finish the letter, since I miss our penpalling. In related news, the personal essay I'm writing for one of my classes is on handwriting letters and why I love it. Thus far, writing it has been fun. I like personal essays--I just don't write them terribly often. I can get my thoughts out...but organizing them is generally less fun without someone to give critique.
I really should get to work on the essay I have due in poetry class tomorrow...but I hate that class...and I'd rather do the personal essay revision for Tuesday than the poetry paper for Monday... Saa. Well, either way they both need doing. Here's hoping they get done on time. (And don't even start about Wednesday's work, which I need to catch up on...)
In closing: Why is it getting colder and colder outside? Snowbound Veto, man. Snowbound Veto. >_