Tonight as I left a dear friend of mine, I told her I was going home to go to bed and she said “Yeah, or blog.” This was in reference to the fact that I usually leave her house late at night, with intentions of slipping into sleep which turn into a lengthy blog entry that she’ll get an email alert for in the morning. And then I thought …man, I haven’t blogged in two weeks. I was doing so well at keeping up with it regularly, too!
To be honest, nothing much worth blogging about has happened, and I don’t know what to say. I’ve been really withdrawn from almost everyone and everything in my life lately, so the words that usually come out of me pretty easily haven’t come out at all. It’s been a weird three weeks with all the changes in my life going on, and it hasn’t all been pretty. As I wrote a few weeks ago, I haven’t exactly been handling my feelings in a productive, adult way all the time, and that irritates me on a level that I don’t even want to approach.
I’ve been reading “Sharp Objects” by Gillian Flynn after finishing the longest and semi mind numbing book in the world, and though it’s not my favorite Flynn book, it’s still really good. I don’t have much left and I know how bummed I’m going to be when I finish it. I’ve also become obsessed with the TV show “United States of Tara”, which follows a suburban mom who has dissociative identity disorder and often changes into one of her alternate personalities. The acting and the writing is on point, it’s only three seasons, and it’s on Netflix. Watch it!! I’m almost done with season 2.
I also tried my hand, very briefly, at NaNoWriMo, and then went belly up right after starting. In case you aren’t familiar, NaNoWriMo is national novel writing month, and challenges people to write a rough draft of your novel through the month of November, with 50,000 words being the goal. I made an account and got stuck, having no idea what to try and write. I also started five days late and felt like it was impossible, so here’s to maybe writing that book someday. Maybe next NaNoWriMo? Or maybe tomorrow? Who knows…
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