I don't really think I like this game. I don't know if it is actually fair. Maybe it is. Randomness of break followed by the suck of the month of Febuary that slowly builds up to the goodness of Summer and then all of the sudden my life explodes into traveling. Hmmm...
Go into your archive and copy the first sentence from each month of this past year. Skip pictures and memes. Only copy sentences which you actually wrote. This will give you a miniature review of your year:
A story by request. Among other things it includes: An East Coast Beach Resort, A Washed-Up Anchor Man, and something similar to water melon rinds.
What exactly am I quitting you ask?
Remember, you are dust and to dust you will return.
So I spent most of yesterday in a sewer pipe.
(The first thing was a poem about dead some deer and a car and a smattering of pictures)
As much fun as scheduled events and parties and dances are...sometimes those spontaneous ones are just that much better.
So as a part of class today we were asked to write for a bit about something along the lines of Salt Marsh Elegy by Aldo Leapold.
-I should be sleeping but I cannot
My head crunchified then fireworked and now its pretty stellar.
I got to play miner today. Sort of.
It's good to be home.
Um. Life is nuts and I am moving around so much that my muse keeps getting lost.
But can I have puppies???