happy birthday to me
I know it’s a stupid piece of metal holding other stupid pieces of metal (and one piece of wood), but I am sooooooo pleased with this.
We won’t talk about all the other medals I need to complete.
Seriously. We’re not going to.
Things are settling down.
I’m starting to find a rhythm. A method to the madness.
A way to tolerate a BLT sandwich that isn’t particularly fond of lettuce.
Yeah. You probably don’t want to know.
I just put our schedule up on the whiteboard.
Holy shit, we’re going to be busy this summer.
Had the best birthday ever - TWO trips to Universal.
One with my little brother from another mother and his family. So nice to spend time with him.
One by myself. Which was even better. I fucking love going to Universal by myself.
The best part of going to Universal (besides spending all day in Diagon Alley and HOT butterbeer (HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!)) was when I bought ice cream for that mom and her daughter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. There was something about the two of them that made me wish it wasn’t the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death on the 18th or the fact that my father died when I was 26.
Yeah. For not liking numbers, there’s a certain symmetry that’s always bothersome when the numbers line up like that.
Anyhoo… they were behind me in line and there was something about them. (Yes, I know I already said that.) When I offered to pay for their ice cream, the mother hugged the shit out of me. The cashier wouldn’t stop telling me how amazing I was for doing that.
But, in truth, I did it because I was jealous of their relationship.
Because that’s the best fucking reason to do something nice for someone, right?
I never said my actions make sense.
In other news, no more Sims. That’s a pretty good thing.
Working on my Drarry fanfic again after putting it into time out. (Why did I have to fuck up a perfectly good Drarry fic with soulmates and Weasley twins? Soulmates, pffffffft.)
Continuing work on my Yuri!!! on Ice fan fic, too. I think I’ve mentioned what a little shit Yurio is, so he’s been a lot of fun to write.
Reread my 2017 NaNoWriMo Teen Wolf (trainwreck of a) fic. I think there’s a lot of potential there, but I’m knee deep in two other fandoms. I’m good at multi-taking, but that’s way too many voices in my head clamouring for attention.
Oh. Wait. I can’t talk about the voices in my head. That’s bad.
Can I talk about hearing the fucking Hamilton soundtrack on a never ending loop in my head? It’s the earworm that refuses to go away. For weeks now, I can’t replace it with ANYTHING else. And, so help me Dog, have I tried…
Hallucination or earworm?
You decide. I’m going to bed.