A Great Stabbing Pain
My weekly post is up at the Midnight Hour. It’s Five Rules Of Plotting. Heh. There’s more, but five is a good round number.
So my papasan chair can hold my fat butt, or the Princess, or the Sullen One. But it cannot hold my fat butt and the Princess, or my fat butt and the Sullen One. We’ll try to break the next one with the Princess and the Sullen One, but I don’t think it will work.
I cannot bring home a new one because the car is in the shop. We’re at two thousand dollars to get the thing fixed. And they just called and said the front right brake calipers were frozen. No wonder there was a funny noise. I should, however, get the car back today. Huzzah.
My middle sister is about to graduate college. She has a shot at Harvard. My youngest sister just got back from Central America. She’s thinking of trying Africa in the near future. I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life. I am so proud of them both.
I finally slept last night. It was a nice deep velvet sleep, and I only wish it would have lasted longer. That great stabbing pain I mention above? It’s my crumbling ability to be polite today, sleep notwithstanding.
*crosses fingers and hopes for no more car trouble*
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