This is a whiny, PMSy post, so be warned.
I haven't been able to write lately. Not because I don't have the words, but because every darn time I sit in front of the computer, something happens and my life blows up.
It's highly irritating.
Take today - I had a minor (okay, major) meltdown over my swimsuit that I've had for umpteen years ripping. I need a new swimsuit. I knew this. However, the fact that it ripped, TODAY, was emotionally horrifying to me.
I hate it when I get this way.
So I stayed home, cooked massive quantities of food and did a load of laundry. And did I get anything written?
Actually, yeah, I did, but that's beside the point.
I just hate being a PMS bitch.
Back to your regularly scheduled rant.
I haven't been able to write lately. Not because I don't have the words, but because every darn time I sit in front of the computer, something happens and my life blows up.
It's highly irritating.
Take today - I had a minor (okay, major) meltdown over my swimsuit that I've had for umpteen years ripping. I need a new swimsuit. I knew this. However, the fact that it ripped, TODAY, was emotionally horrifying to me.
I hate it when I get this way.
So I stayed home, cooked massive quantities of food and did a load of laundry. And did I get anything written?
Actually, yeah, I did, but that's beside the point.
I just hate being a PMS bitch.
Back to your regularly scheduled rant.