I'm a street light shining...
First sign you're getting old: your birthday feels less like a holiday than it used to. Second: you ask for things like ironing boards, hangers, books, and sandwiches for your birthday. (Yes, I requested all of these.) Third: the highlight of your day was playing with a puppy or dinner at a pizza buffet. The funny part is, despite the lack of hooplah? I was happy. Hm. I guess that would be the fourth sign. haha. I can't wait for Evansville next week, though. EXCITED!!
The writing bug has been hitting me hard core lately. It's kinda creeping me out a big. Not so much as the knowledge that so much of that part of me is missing. Sitting before an empty stretch of paper is daunting in a way that it never was before. I miss the easy familiarity of words flowing from my brain and out of my fingertips onto the blank canvas of a computer screen. Sigh.
Go to hulu.com. Watch Dollhouse. Prepare to be amazed! Joss Whedon. Sigh. My socks? They're rocking with the sheer force of his awesomeness. LOL
The writing bug has been hitting me hard core lately. It's kinda creeping me out a big. Not so much as the knowledge that so much of that part of me is missing. Sitting before an empty stretch of paper is daunting in a way that it never was before. I miss the easy familiarity of words flowing from my brain and out of my fingertips onto the blank canvas of a computer screen. Sigh.
Go to hulu.com. Watch Dollhouse. Prepare to be amazed! Joss Whedon. Sigh. My socks? They're rocking with the sheer force of his awesomeness. LOL