I'm not feeling particularly romantic at this moment in time, so I suppose I am only quoting "I'll Be" lyrics to comment on the fact that it really has not stopped raining for two days straight in my little corner of NEPA.
As it is twenty after eleven, good reader, you can probably infer that I did not go to Easton to do more car haggling for (Name TBA). My mother wasn't feeling well and I want to be at the tippy top of my game for gr8_space's grand opening tonight. And by "tippy top of my game," I mean I want to be as hyper as possible. Thus, rest and copious amounts of caffeine have ruled my morning. More to come on Monday after car-buying adventures reconvene.
Due to grandma-sitting last night, I missed Boyfriend's band play at my college. I was rather sad about this fact, but such is life. We pause, we grieve, we move on.
There really are a plethora of things that I could be doing right now, aside from blogging. I really should be starting my laundry. I really should start cleaning Bessie out, because I really do feel her last days with me will be sometime this week. I could be getting applications for subbing together. I should be showering at this very moment. I also have the rest of the week to do all of these things. Well, except shower. I really am going to do that as soon as I am done typing. Fear not, gentle reader, I will not stink up the greatest of spaces.
I write blog entries in my head while I'm out or away from my computer. I often pre-plan future entries as I am writing current ones. For instance, I think I've decided that, if I keep up with these blogging shenanigans for a long period of time, when and if I ever get married, I know exactly what I'm going to write. I'm definitely going to go all Jane Eyre on the blogosphere's face and just type "Reader, I married him." How badass would that be? I suppose it would be badass in the literary sense.
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