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You call this a windstorm? You call this a windstorm? If it ain't windy enough to give me liftoff when I tie my foot to the pasture fence and hold on to the corners of a big white sheet, THEN IT AIN'T A WINDSTORM.
*cough* Anyway.
I'm happy today. I woke up around noon again in a blindingly cheery mood, appreciating the strange mix of weather happening outside (sunny over there, rainy over here, raging winds all about). Despite having spent most of the day cleaning my unspeakably messy room, I managed to retain my cheeriness throughout most of it.
Now I think it's time to go make some scones.
But, must procure some more wordage first. Ooh, exciting news on that front: PANTS HAS DROPPED OUT OF THE BET. Like, officially. He forgot to post again yesterday and has decided to just forfeit. Which means it's just me and Narf. And I think at this point Narf may actually have more of a life than I do, which means the advantage is totally mine.
I got a letter from the Iowa Young Writers' Studio a couple days ago. It seems that, while I haven't been rejected, I haven't really been accepted either. Or rather, I've been accepted but they don't have room for me. Which means I probably won't go. And better yet, if I don't get to go, I do get to have my wisdom teeth removed. (Apparently we can't afford both.) So, whoop de fuckin' doo.
*cough* Anyway.
I'm happy today. I woke up around noon again in a blindingly cheery mood, appreciating the strange mix of weather happening outside (sunny over there, rainy over here, raging winds all about). Despite having spent most of the day cleaning my unspeakably messy room, I managed to retain my cheeriness throughout most of it.
Now I think it's time to go make some scones.
But, must procure some more wordage first. Ooh, exciting news on that front: PANTS HAS DROPPED OUT OF THE BET. Like, officially. He forgot to post again yesterday and has decided to just forfeit. Which means it's just me and Narf. And I think at this point Narf may actually have more of a life than I do, which means the advantage is totally mine.
I got a letter from the Iowa Young Writers' Studio a couple days ago. It seems that, while I haven't been rejected, I haven't really been accepted either. Or rather, I've been accepted but they don't have room for me. Which means I probably won't go. And better yet, if I don't get to go, I do get to have my wisdom teeth removed. (Apparently we can't afford both.) So, whoop de fuckin' doo.