11:37 p.m. - 2010-11-27
Mom bought a dryer. Did I tell you? I forget. Anyways. Another $200 to add to my fucking tab with her.. ugh.
I hope she uses it tomorrow.. I tried a setting on a load tonight and it didn't dry my clothes.. ugh. Supposedly it is only going to take 30min to dry a load.. Im skeptical. Especially since it didn't work the first time..
I prolly screwed it up somehow though..
MY PILLOWS ARE LUMPY. Ew.
I like new pillows. Expensive ones. poofy ones that you can sink your head in...
Its fucking cold..
I think I might maybe have gotten all teh nits from Julis hair.. found some dead ones today.. AND THATS ALL, no live ones.. although my back is fucked so I can't hunch over her head easily anymore..
It's really weird, when you have two kids, to get a glimpse of what life would be like with just one.
I can't wait until Dorian is 4. I know, I know, this is a precious time and I should be savouring it.. Im just not all that into being snotted and slobbered on twentyfour hours a damn day.. nevermind the punches and headbutts.
I wonder if I will see anyone other than Kris and Dave and Amy and Rick at new years? I sort of hope not. NIKKI. err, she prolly wants to hang out with the gang.
I'm really antisocial. Despite signing onto facebook every day, I rarely message people. and when I do? It usually gets ignored for a week or more. BY EVERYONE. so I really believe it's me. It's gotta be.
I finished 'On Writing'. Steven King is my new authorhero. Even though I have never felt the need to read anything by him, other than the Dark Tower. The other 40ish novels? Totally not interested. I think it's because he is good enough to give me nightmares forever and ever, and I already have enough authors (I'M LOOKING AT YOU ROB THURMAN) that give me things to see in the dark..
BUT I might have to pick up a couple.. just because his ideas in 'On Writing' are bull's eye. To the quick. He fucking GETS it.
What you are doing is telling a story. You are relating exactly what you see/hear/taste/smell/feel in that story and NOTHING ELSE. Fuck writing with a theme in mind, fuck writing for the money, tell the goddamned story first.
So, just for the record, I have to finish my novel first, before I give anything else out for you to read. I want to mail you a copy of the 80,000-ish words I will write. That way maybe I'll be able to get this thing out of my head without changing the story another dozen times..
Okay kids, time to Write, or Die.