Moody Meow

I don’t feel terribly bad about it. I got a lot done. Two drafts have been completed and I think I am going to let it rest now because it’s all becoming a blur to me. I realized that “writing” was starting to look incorrect to me. I know how to spell it. But it’s all becoming one big mass of unhappy editing.

Beyond writing and school - I still feel quite accomplished. I got up early-ish and headed to Publix for some breakfast numminess. I didn’t feel up to braving the madness at Whole Foods on an empty stomach, so I went to the Shine Publix. If you want to know when you should grocery shop - Saturday around 10 is grand. The isles were clear. I found parking close. I got a cart that worked. And when I went to go and check out, the cashier was nice to me. Sooooo different from my normal experience there.

I also got my Solstice gift a month early. My camera wouldn’t charge, and I noticed that the shots I sent to Anne had small dots of white in them. I thought it was the lens, but it looks like the imaging thingy is starting to go. So, D and I went to Best Buy and picked up the Cannon Powershot SD 550. It’s teensy, light and lovely. I look forward to taking lots of pictures of random stuff since I plan on carrying it around with me everywhere.

David’s grandmother on his Dad’s side died yesterday. He’s not close to that side of the family. As a matter of fact, the only time I ever met the woman was when her husband died three years ago. David got kind of pushed into being a pall-bearer, which means I have to go to the funeral. Let me state this for the record - when I die - have a fucking party. Play my music, watch Gladiator or the Lord of the Rings movies, drink lots of red wine and smoke until your lungs bleed. I want to be burnt to ash and tossed off a mountaintop. No funerals! You got it? Good! Back to the funeral - it’s next Sunday. I am going to be the excuse to get out of the post-burial socializing since I have to study. Joy. I get to hang out with the other sisters-in-law because D’s Mom has to work. I guess it’s going to be me and Grandma sitting on a pew wondering when we can get the hell out of there.

I wonder if they allow dogs…..
Okay I just had to stop myself from going through a comical scene involving my beagles trying to find out what dead people taste like…. yeah. I should go back to work now.