I want to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving in the US, and those everywhere else, a Happy Thursday. Yeah, it’s a weak post for NaBloPoMo, but I’m about to head over to my grandmother’s to eat way too much food and nap, if Elizabeth will allow me to.
When we were drinking chatting on Saturday night, I mentioned that I was disillusioned with Atlanta. He tended to agree, of course he’s got like 12 years on me for living here. I was thinking again about our conversation today when I was replying to an email from a different friend, and I think I’ve got a good list going about where I want to live. Must be near an
It’s cold. Really, terribly fucking cold. Why did I want to move up to Atlanta again? They have, like, real seasons here, and I’m not sure I’m up to the idea that it could possibly snow where I live. I mean, the last time it snowed in St. Marys was in 1989, and it hadn’t snowed for 60 years prior to that. At that point, I’d just moved from Connecticut,
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… I. Hate. Meetings. At least, this was my last one for a while, since my last day of working at the HBCU is Wednesday. And it kind-of scared me that one of the ladies that I’ve been working closely with on a project didn’t even know that they weren’t renewing me again. But the meeting today clocked in at just under
My head isn’t very fond of me this morning. One of my friends from college, Keith came over for dinner last night, and I drank a little too much. Now, I have a beer with dinner, but we ended up staying up which increased my drinking rate, watching Friday’s Doctor Who episode, and then turned around and watched Young Guns, which I had forgotten has some really cheesy dialogue. I
I’m finally getting a chance to catch up with most of my season passes, including Jericho and CSI, since Elizabeth’s decided to listen to her Disney CDs in her room while she’s playing. I’ve said it before, but I adore post-apocalyptic stories, and Jericho just suits the bill perfectly. I’ve read some not-so-kind reviews of the show, complaining about bad writing and incorrect real-life situations. But you know, I just
I’m squeaking into Monday’s NaBloPoMo entry. Not much, but this is it. I’m too busy trying to catch up on my wordcount for Nanowrimo. Sick of acronyms yet? Tomorrow, look for a Blogging for Books Entry.