Crispety Crunchety Lili
Today is Friday.
Which means the week is almost over. Pretty much over.
*wild celebration ensues*
Between being the single mum this past week and Sir Pewkington doing his thing, between the numerous personal disasters and the lack of sleep, between the nervousness over the upcoming trip and my stomach trying to crawl out of my ribcage several times (an unpleasant experience in the extreme) I have been waiting for this bloody week to end with varying degrees of impatience and impassioned begging of the gods.
I realize I’ve been “killing a lot of pixels” lately. That’s Casa Saintcrow-speak for playing a video game. The colors are bright, there is no real peril, and one has clearly-defined goals to work toward. (Yes, I’m playing World of Warcraft. I am a geek.) I’ve been playing for an hour or two after the kids go to bed and it shows–I’ve never had a toon this high.
I feel like Elmer Fudd–every time I say “West and welaxation at wast!” some damn thing else happens.
Eh, anyway, I am about to shut off the wireless and go back to the book in progress. Drowning my sorrows in fiction seems good enough for me.
Have a great weekend, Readers.
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