I was going to title this blog post something incredibly inappropriate, like…well, you probably don’t even want to know the way my mind works on occasions like these. However, the point is that I am sitting at my local library (Like, 26 miles from my house), and every time someone passes me, I don’t want the feeling that they’re breathing down my neck and assuming I’m writing a porn about gorillas or talking about the day I found a cell phone in my…ahem…
It does feel good to be posting from a computer. It also feels good to know that in just two days…I will have published 200 blog posts. Wow. That’s the new 100. Except better. I’m super happy that I have come this far, I really am, but let us stop gloating and move onto other, probably less important matters.
Yesterday, I did nothing. At all. I mean, okay, so I made some monies babysitting the Whovians again, and made some french toast, but really, it was not the pique of excitement by any means. Evan has managed to give me a bloody nose the last three times they came over, though, so that’s a record. He should get a trophy…covered in blood. What am I saying? He’s only 6! A trophy covered in fake blood will do just fine.
Now, I am trapped at a library in Menomonie, having renewed my library card, checked out 13 books, and am now wasting time chasing cars…or maybe just sitting on Facebook and blogging about the terribly lame thing that some people refer to as my life. It’s generally a decent time, without the decent part. So, it’s generally a time. We can remove generally as well. It’s a time, and I’m having it. Not the time of my life, just a time in my life. Sad stories and all that jazz.
Another sad story is that I don’t know how long this blog post is gonna be, since I’m not used to seeing it laid out all neat and tidy in front of me. So, I’m stopping here, because it seems like the right thing to do…and this keyboard is pissing me off.