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Woohoo, it's December.
Dec. 2nd, 2009 09:55 amEvery once in a while I think to myself that I should put on a generically appropriate face for LiveJournal and fill it up with hopeful little anecdotes to inspire myself. These would be the times when I go for months without writing anything, because the truth is I'm a bitchy pessimist who wallows in self-loathing. When I'm feeling cheerful and optimistic, strangely enough, I'm actually nowhere near the computer.
Now it's December, which is generally Bad News for me because of the short, dark days and my feelings of utter inadequacy in the Holiday Cheer department. Also there is Wayne Newton.
However, today happens to be brilliantly sunny with a projected high temperature in the 50s, which is a good thing. I might even go outside, if only to avoid the pile of dishes that dates back to actually Friday thanks to a full weekend of Nutcracking folllowed by two solid days of typing to meet an already extended deadline. Once I get outside I can confront the piles of leaves we've been ignoring since October and the tree that seems to have blown down at some point. Fortunately it didn't damage much of anything but itself, although my lilacs would be happier without the extra weight on them.
I could ask friends to help me deal with it, but I'm embarrassed about the piles of dishes in the kitchen and the piles of other things everywhere else. And look! instead of dealing with it, I'm complaining about it here.
Fail.
Now it's December, which is generally Bad News for me because of the short, dark days and my feelings of utter inadequacy in the Holiday Cheer department. Also there is Wayne Newton.
However, today happens to be brilliantly sunny with a projected high temperature in the 50s, which is a good thing. I might even go outside, if only to avoid the pile of dishes that dates back to actually Friday thanks to a full weekend of Nutcracking folllowed by two solid days of typing to meet an already extended deadline. Once I get outside I can confront the piles of leaves we've been ignoring since October and the tree that seems to have blown down at some point. Fortunately it didn't damage much of anything but itself, although my lilacs would be happier without the extra weight on them.
I could ask friends to help me deal with it, but I'm embarrassed about the piles of dishes in the kitchen and the piles of other things everywhere else. And look! instead of dealing with it, I'm complaining about it here.
Fail.
