… but won’t stop me from writing! Does it ever?
Two or three bits of joy for me:
1. My sekrit boyfriend and the EEB are touring colleges this spring and they are stopping at ye olde alma mater (Towson University). Alas, only currently enrolled students can purchase one of the 700 tix available. Does that stop me? Oh hell no! I got connections, yo. With any luck, I will be among the 700 on April 3rd watching him from not too afar. (woot!)
2. He is also coming to VA Beach at the end of May for a show right by the beach with Matt Nathanson as the opening act. How bizarre that I just referenced MN in the post below this? DC=42 strikes again! (inside joke) Anyway, of course I have one of the VIP tix to the event along with some other chicks at the DC42 boards and we will have a Cook-fest in VA beach. I think Duty will be along for the trip but damn if he’s gonna harsh my buzz for the concert! I told him to take a hike somewhere while it was going on. (He dutifully agreed.)
3. Valentine’s Day! My favorite holiday of the year! Coming soon! YEY!
4. My juicer is here! I don’t know how to use it! YEY!
(It’s late and I think I can claim drunkeness. That’s not true but can we pretend it is so the fact that none of this is coherent gets blamed on alcohol?)
Once you’ve invested hundreds of hours in creating a coherent universe, your story’s grown to around a half-million words and can’t be written as anything less than a trilogy.
Lynn Abbey
(i couldnt find better words, enjoy the holiday)
In our house we call that Punch Drunk (no actual alcohol necessarily involved).
If you’re not really drunk, that’s just because you haven’t figured out how to use the juicer yet. Put any kind of fruit in there with vodka and you’ll have something that’s nutritious AND delicious!