It’s That Or Cry
It’s just one of those days where I am reduced to helpless laughter halfway through. It’s either that or cry out of sheer frustration and angst. You know, those days where you wake up, things are okay for a while, you’re on a roll…and then it all goes to hell and one thing follows another and then, you have to start laughing at the sheer absurdity of each situation because otherwise you’re going to have a complete sobbing breakdown?
Yeah, like that. *headdesk*
Anyway. I have not heard from one of our winners (Catie at comment 61, no not you, Ms. Murphy, a different Catie *grin*) so I might have that copy of Strange Angels to give away if I don’t hear from that winner before midnight tonight.
Okay. I’m going to have another cup of coffee and a biscotti, and settle down to work. Now that I’m home and not going anywhere else, I’m hoping the day will brighten. Man, I’m glad I hit the treadmill this morning. Some days that’s the only thing that can keep one going.
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April 28th, 2009 at 2:07 pm
Sorry to hear that: I find that cooking cakes help with that too. Especially chocolate ones, such as Sachertorte.
*sigh* I don’t think I’ll manage to get Italy annexed to US or Canada overnight, and I even forgot to post a comment…I’ll have to organize better for the next time. >:)
April 28th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Selection 1: 20-year-old Single-Malt Scotch, Tasmanian Pepperberry Vodka, or an entire jar of homemade spiced rum raisins?
Selection 2: Dark chocolate coated cranberry-cashew clusters, White chocolate & rose petal croissants, or homemade sugar&spice almonds?
Selection 3: The undying and somewhat alarming adoration of hordes of psychotic fans?
April 28th, 2009 at 8:49 pm
LiterateWench, I love you. I’ll take the vodka and the cranberry-cashew clusters. I am not sure whether I should or should not go for option 3.
April 30th, 2009 at 10:57 pm
Laughing at the absurdity of it all is heckarooni more productive; however, I sometimes find primal screaming does help (LoL). There is the unfortunate side effect of the dogs howling along, the cat literally climbing the wall or whatever is handy, and poor Mr. GuineaPig excitedly tweeting away. Thank goodness we are somewhat secluded, as I believe the neighbors may be appalled or call for the loonie bin wagon.
I don’t know how I missed the last two Dante novels, but I shall rectify tomorrow morning when Border’s opens (got a giftcard for my B-day on the 29th). Also, I accidentally came upon Selene & Nik — please, please, please tell me you shall be giving us more of their story!