I had a whole post written up and I just deleted it. It was long and rambling and didn't stay on topic for long (the story of my life). Grammatically, it wasn't very good. So I got rid of it.
But...so, this is my blog. If I feel like rambling and using poor grammar skills, then so be it. lol You're getting whatever is coming off the top of my head, guys. I don't really have the motivation right now to try and figure out a series of important things I'd like to cover, so I'm just going to roam around.
My hands are cold. This house is about as well insulated as that cheap 12 dollar cooler we got at Dollar General a couple years ago. It keeps ice frozen for about 1 day- if it's not too hot and you're lucky. Now, our rent is low, so I honestly can't complain too much, but I'll be danged if I'm not tired of having a breeze blow on me every time I sit down somewhere.
Onto the topic of a house. It's super depressing that I'm 37 and I still rent an apartment. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever be able to afford a house of our own and then I think about all the student debt we're trying to pay off and the answer is a clear and resounding "No, not in this lifetime." lol
I tried therapy this year. For two whole sessions. I didn't really like the guy at all. I got a letter in the mail the other day that they discharged me because I never called to schedule and appointment. Fair enough, I guess. I'm not 12. I shouldn't need a babysitter, but they never tried calling me even once to schedule an appointment.
I'd like to try with someone maybe a little bit nicer? This guy...I mean, he might have been great for other people, but...I didn't want to tell him anything about myself. I don't really trust people to begin with and within 10 minutes of brusquely asking me questions I was not comfortable with, he's telling me that if I don't confide in him, I might just as well not bother coming. Is that really what you're supposed to tell someone with depression and anxiety? I don't know. Maybe the whole therapy thing just isn't for me. Maybe I'm too stupid to figure out how it works. *shrug* I'm doing okay right now, so that's something.
This is off topic, but I love pajamas. I love everything about them. They're soft, cozy, they're made of really comfy material. Yep. There's just something about jammies that makes me happy. I wish I had a huge closer and could amass a fantastic stash of them! As it is right now, I've got a good sized drawer full, but it's not enough...and never will be. lol All of the pajamas for me! Except fleece. Those are forged in hell by Satan himself. Static-ridden and ridiculously hot. Ugh. No. lol
And fleece sheets?? Yikes. Talk about static. You'd wake up with your hair completely sucked to your pillow. Or you'd be woken up every time you moved, because you'd get shocked. I have the same loathing in my heart for micro-fiber sheets. Nope.
It's Wednesday night and I haven't written anything yet.
By now, I should at least have a rough outline of what I'm doing for this week's prompt on tumblr. I should be finished with the last chapter of the Content story. :( I started off so so well with that.
I have 19 chapters published. I had the 20th chapter written, then I decided I wanted to change the end because I wanted to do a sequel story, and I re-wrote 19 and started 20 but never finished it. It's kind of like...I'm going to mess it up. What I need to do is sit my bit butt down and write the damn thing. When I open it and try to write, it seems like whatever I write is absolute and utter crap. I feel bad for the people waiting and waiting for the end. It sucks to let people down. I'd posted every single week, on time, up till the end of August, when I posted 19. And now...nothing. It's really frustrating and disappointing.
I'm using the prompts as an excuse. It's wrong.
I should probably be writing right now...lol
