Socks

I'd like to preface this blog by saying I really don't want people to think I am a constantly depressed person.

I am on my Christmas Vacation. I expected to spend it hanging out with friends and making memories with loved ones.

Which I have done.

But two days after I got back in town we discovered that the first cat I ever rescued has got cancer. More specifically she has a very large tumor on her bladders and it has traveled to her lungs riddling them with specks of cancer. Needless to say this has really put a damper on my holiday spirit.

This time last year I was spending every evening with my father in a psychiatric hospital. Since that time I have been working on a short story about dealing with slowly losing a parent to psychosis and old age. I feel like I have to deal with this a lot sooner then many of my friends because of my parents age. Apparently this scenario had happened to my dad before and the more times it happens in a persons life time the more likely it is to reoccur. YAY GENETICS!!

I have really tried to get into the holiday spirit by buying my friends plenty of gifts and spending time with them but I just can't make myself happy about this time of year. Which is very disheartening. I feel like everyone I know is so innocently happy and enjoying love, relationships, and naivete. It makes me very jealous.

Everyone says that its getting up off the ground after being beaten down is what makes a strong person. But, no one every tells you how really fucking hard that is.

My mom says the key is baby steps.

It's just hard to say goodbye to it all. We as humans long for nostalgia so much. Or at least I do. I mean why would we constantly recreate and reuse? The entire vintage movement and green lifestyle exemplify this idea, or they do to me.

I sit here typing this up with my cat wrapped in swaddling clothing. A large plush blue towel tightly encasing her. The pads of her feet are no longer smooth and soft like everyone imagines cat paws to be. They resemble my mother's very tired and cracked dry feet bottoms. Her toe nails are yellowed with age and have flecks of dirt underneath each tip. Her fur is now greasy and dandered with with flecks similar to snow. She is a tuxedo cat. Which means her markings are similar to the style of a tuxedo. A white belly with the majority of her fur being back and four very distinct white paws. Thus, my ten year old mind dubbed her Socks. Her fur has lost its beautiful luster and now every time I pet her I get a pang in y heart as I rub her small back. I can feel each vertebrae in her back like some prehistoric creature of old. But the hardest thing to look at is her eyes. That was the first thing about my cat Socks that caught my attention. He eyes were the most vibrant golden hue with a slight green cast to them. They look as if an artist filled a brush with oil paint and put to work his skill. I even wrote a poem about her when I was in eighth grade because of how fascinated I was by her. Her eyes now aren't as vibrant as they used to be, instead her eyes tell her age. They glisten in the light as if she were an elderly woman with cataracts. And sometimes I wonder if she can even reconginze me or my mom.

I know she is in pain and I know it is becoming increasingly closer to her time to pass on. But I don't want to let her go.

It is as if through losing her I really feel like I leaving childhood behind. She's one of the last pieces of my earlier childhood I have left. The house I grew up in has been remodeled and I no longer really have a room because I am away at school. I don't really have a "place" at home. I will always have a place with my mother but I am now at the age where I am creating my place in this world and that is extraordinarily frightening.

People always talk about how you shouldn't want to grow up fast because you'll miss it once you age. Of course they are right.

There was once a day long ago when an socially awkward 12 year old girl cried her eyes out and convinced her mother that the school was going to call the SPCA if SHE didn't take this cat home. It needed a home and a family as much as that girl dreamed of having a real family everyday of her life. The girl needed to fit in somewhere just like the cat needed the safety of a home. The girl could see it in the cats eyes and the cat could see it in hers. There was a mutual understanding between the two of them. What one lacked the other was willing to give. After all humans create families from what they are given. I wish I could steal back to this day with a blink of an eye. Because at least back then I created where I belonged.

Fake

I can't stand when I think back on past instances and I didn't act like myself.

Sometimes I think back on things that I have done and I wonder what the fuck had taken over my body and why I acted like I did. Weird thing is I only think about this when I didn't act like myself.

Example: The last time I was "talking" to someone that wasn't me. I was another entity and a different person entirely. I always second guessed myself and I "pretended" to be someone I am not. I hate

I am writing this as my mother is entertaining people at my house. Apparently it is "Story time with Margo", My mom likes to tell stories about me when I was a small child and other stupid things that have happened in our lives. THANKS MOM.

Sorry this post is so angry and weird.

I have been pretty angry this week.

WTF is wrong with me?

I hate what Holly Golightly calls the "mean reds". This is when i feel like I want to rip my skin off and chew everyone out.

You guys totally understand me right?

Blue Carpet

It had finally happened. As Amber stepped across the threshold of her mother's room one thought pervaded her mind. Her mother was now a little old lady and there was no going back.

The change had been ever so gradual. First she had gotten worse vision. Then she had fallen at last Christmas and once more during her summer break. Finally, after years of protest she had reached the point of no return. After recent house renovations Amber's mother had had blue carpet laid down.

Everyone knows that your senses dull as you age and your sense of color is generally the one that bites the dust last. Instead of sticking with muted tones on the spectrum of beige and gray older people tend to rebel like children and start painting there walls mint green or fuchsia. Amber's mother had done the unthinkable. She had installed blue carpet in her bedroom. Not just any blue either. This wasn't powered blue or royal blue this was what Amber jokingly called "little old lady hair blue."

"So, what do you think of the renovations?" Margo's voice seemed to bring all of Amber's thoughts to a screeching halt. Amber was never one to censor herself but she was so taken a back that the only thing she could say was, "Everything looks good. I am happy everything is finally done." Try as she might her mother's tired eyes could see right through her generic answer. But true to her mother's fashion she just smiled and said nothing. Margo's passivity was a constant in Amber's life. It was something she could count. Just like her father's asinine outbursts of anger and rebellion. Amber was pretty positive that the aging process was fucked up.

Truth was she hated her mother's aging more than anything. It made her painfully aware of the age difference between other parents and hers. Which lead to thoughts that her mother would never see grandchildren from her only daughter let alone ever see her married. Amber's eyes met her mother's. She looked for a long time at her mother. She was a short woman of a shrinking 5'5". She dyed her hair religiously from Amber's birth, after a woman thought she was Amber's grandmother is a supermarket. Her mother had a convex back that seemed to snap her back symmetrically. Her face was tired as were her brown tiny mouse like eyes. She had a pixish nose that accentuated her tiny round face. Amber had always been jealous of her mother's nose. Amber felt like there must be some Jewish blood in her family to be blessed with such an unfortunately big nose. Finally, Amber's gaze rested on her mother's hands. She remembered hearing from some source that age is shown in the hands. Her mother's finger bones we highly exposed and the blue veins seemed to pop out like a eerie type of henna that couldn't be dulled by washing. That same blue just like the carpet.

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Not a final edit.

Rock, Papers, Finals.

I don't understand why one of my professors thinks that at he end of the semester she should require her classes to write a paper. I hate writing papers!!!

OK not really. I don't mind bullshitting 5 pages of parallels between three plays and supporting it with quotations. What I hate is that I decided to take two classes by this same teacher this semester. Thus because this teacher is kind of paper crazy I have two papers due to her. One was due today. I finished that one and emailed it to her and will be bringing her a hard copy tomorrow. However it is probably the worst paper I have ever written because I was that vehemently against writing it.

The other problem is I absolutely loathed going to one of them because of the people within the class. The other class I loved. Problem is the class I hated is require for my major and the class I loved isn't. Ironic??? I think not...

This experiences and many like it this semester has taught me I need to stop shutting down. When something gets annoying for some reason, this semester, I shut down. I ignore it and give up. Not good. I am fixing this before it gets worse.

On a completely unrelated note I had my first production meeting for my second season show today.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

Sorry it's just a little frightening that it all happens so soon.

I am completely thrilled though.

I just needed to get that out of my system.

BRING ON MY DAMN BREAK!!!!

Painfully Aware

Today I was painfully aware of two things.

1. I really really really wish I could sing. I went to our Celebration of Song which is a showing of a lot of the students who received voice lessons from the semester. They sing a number and it's usually awesome. It makes me a tad jealous and insecure.

After tis a group of friends and myself went out to the Pub ( a local bar in Natchitoches ) and then to karaoke at another bar called Yesterday's. A dink later resulted in my next painfully aware moment.

2. I am at the stage of being single where I am comfortable and content, happy even. But seeing couples laughing and holding hands. Maybe even sharing a private kiss or eye lock. Just makes me painfully aware that I am single and I don't have someone to share that with. It's a weird feeling.

Because sure I might look back on previous text messages from people saying how sweet I am or how pretty but it isn't the same. I don't feel that zing or that desire to really be with someone like I have in my past two longest relationships. I think that is the difference for me. Like tonight I sat a the bar and mooned over this really attractive french student. I made eye contact and did what girls do. I even smiled at him. But I did nothing about it. When I REALLY like someone I freak out. I HAVE to be in a relationship with them and I become dead set on winning them over to my team. It's weird. It's like this electric shock of a feeling when I meet someone I am utterly attracted to. Unfortunately I haven't had that feeling since my senior year of high school, 4 years ago. I have grown to be a attracted to people mainly because they were attracted to me or because I like them but I wasn't DRIVEN by emotion.

It amazes me what people do to make it through this world without being lonely. We live in a society that exists side by side. One they longs to touch and really understand someone. To find that SOMEONE or the ONE. Whatever you want to call it. And yet we settle most of the time for people who love us more then we love them. We settle on things that will help us make it through this world like pegs on a peg board.

But the thing about being aware is knowing you don't want to settle. I know it won't be anytime soon this loneliness ceases. That's what being aware means. But I think I am content with that for now. It'll pay off in the end right??

Oh what romantic holidays does to me.

In the words of Marshall Crenshaw

"Someday, someway maybe I'll understand you."

The truth is faster than a laser beam.

Finals week seems to always make me very aware of myself.

People get annoyed with me in class. I tend to be that girl that remembered everything from the semester. And for some reason people really hate that. I am honestly not saying this to find sympathy. I just find it very odd that I have a pretty good memory and that I enjoy learning new things. Classmates tend to hate that I make decent grades and sometimes cause the curve not to swing in their favor.

But I can't be an awesome superhero all of the time. My weakness is science. Not because I lack interest in it. I enjoy learning about it a lot actually. It just sucks that my teachers here for science have been pretty awful. That is my biggest critique about my university. Their science department is pretty elitest and disgutingly pompous. They tend to not enjoy "wasting" their time on now science majors. Hopefully my two science teachers next semester won't be douches.

Tonight I was studying with some friends ( which I never do ) for our Theatre History and Lit II exam at 9am today. I became way too aware of how much I know after going to school and studying theatre for 4 years. I am kind of freaked out by this thought. I am really not boasting or anything along those lines. I am more or less stunned and like I said freaked out. I just rattled off a lot of information and my 4 friends just stared at me.

I've said this before but I really do love school and learning.

Maybe I am really a robot.

That would make so much sense and solve so many of my problems. Minus this whole no human emotion etc...

Do we ever really know what we want?

When do you realize that what you think will happen won't acutally happen?

Just a thought...

I might have a problem...

Sometimes I play things out in my mind so much that I feel like I have already posted a blog entry on a topic. Hence when I re read my last post I started to freak out and wonder if I had already made a post about it.

Hmmmmm

Maybe I am crazy.

Insomina

A year ago I went to the Renaissance Festival in Hammond Louisiana. I had my tarot cards read to me and for some reason what the lady told me has always stuck with me. She said that the next three years of my life would be the hardest I would ever experience. That I would constantly doubt if I was making the right decision. She also said this is the time in my life where I would be discerning all the things that I felt were right and wrong. She's right.

She's not right because she has some divine ability to see the truth in the cards. (At least not in this instance) Because this is all pretty general knowledge information. Psychologically from the time you are in your teens to you mid to late twenties you are in a period of self doubt. If you thought high school was the only time for you it then you are dead wrong. Some psychologists say it's even worse in your twenties.

I took an amazing class last Spring semester called Personal Adjustment and Development Psychology. It's probably been the most beneficial class I have ever taken in my life. I know I shouldn't base my life on pure scientific fact, unless I want to become a robot, but I take a great comfort in the silent understanding between my peers that we all doubt ourselves to a certain extent at this age. That people my age are going through the same thing. It's part of my personal belief system that it all has something to do with the human condition. But that is a topic I could expound on forever if you let me. I will say this, that I think the way we get through life couldn't be put better than what my friend Andy wrote me one day.

"You try to be a good person, you try to treat everyone better than he deserves. And in return, strangers shoot you down as idealistic, and your friends take advantage of you and abandon you.

But every now and then, you find someone who's fighting the same battle you are. And you team up with that person and fight the good fight together. And sometimes that relationship works out and sometimes it doesn't, but the important thing is that you're an even better person for having associated with someone as good as you are.

Your true friends will always be by your side. And if they screw up and leave you, they'll come back. You have to believe in that, or else you can't trust anyone."

It's poetically reassuring. I think I look at this once a day since he sent it to me.

It's similar to that feeling you get when you realize your best friends from high school are the friends whom you can call and meet up with when you are back in town. And when you start hanging out it feels like you never left and you just pick up where you left off. I think the best relationships are like that. You acknowledge that something happened while you were apart but you lived just as equally a full life so you are more than happy to be spending time with that person now.

I know I have said this in one of my past blogs but sometimes I repeat myself. But, if I can look back when I am in my 80's-90's and smile from all the memories I have then I know I have lived a fully and happy life. I also know that I wish for nothing more in the world then that. A full, rich, life. That kind of life it would take days to tell your grandchildren or strangers about.

I feel that at our core human beings want the simplest things. But, we can't think simplistically like animals. Instead we pick the most complicated way to get the things we want. Or sometimes we even take the opposite of what we want to get what we want.

I should have prefaced all of this by saying I fell asleep around 9pm and woke up with the worst case of indigestion in my life. : ( I shouldn't have eaten all that yummy fair food at Christmas Fest today. But, deep fry it and put it on a stick and I don't care what it is I'll eat it. It could be dog poo and I'd still eat it. Why??? Because it's on a stick and DEEP FRIED!! How convenient and deliciously artery clogging!


Why do we as humans search to fix the things that didn't work out?

I know why I do it. I do it because I constantly analyze things. It took me a LONG time to figure out what my stage combat teacher meant when he called me a tactician. I looked up the word and took it for face value. When it comes to combat I always asked why am I doing this? What move could my opponent produce next that I could be preventing? What could my next move be if I can't get out of this situation? How can I fix this to where I win the fight?

I have since found he didn't just mean that sentiment in regards to only stage combat.

I did this even when I stage managed. I would watch the actors and map their blocking in a strategic sense. I didn't do this for any other reason then I am a VERY visual person. If you show me how to do it then I won't forget it. If you tell me then I might have a bit more trouble remembering all the steps.

Even when I have assistant directed I thought of ways to fix hiccups in a performance. As a house manager that is what I recently spent two whole days doing. Preventing, questioning, fixing, etc. I excel at this type of work. I could analyze or interpret or expound till the cows came home. It's second nature to me. But, I don't want to spend the rest of my life wasting my thought process on Stage Managing or House Managing.

I might have solved my "theatre problem." I need to find a way to merge my thought process to acting. I have never really done that. I mean I have gotten closer and closer over this past four years to this concept by being involved in a directing sense. I other words I need to take my style and make it work for me. I need to analyze the shit out of all my next projects and monolouges. I can leave no bases uncovered.

I love when you mind is dormant and suddenly awoken to a concept that you KNEW but never really executed.

P.s.
See if I type this out tactically and question WHY I get things fixed!!! IRONY!!

Grown Up

So I totally had a post all planned out but it's snowing.

Right now.

As I speak.

I am looking at snow.

And it isn't melting.

I am very confused.

Happy but confused.

FYI

So my story I have been working on for concepts of design is the previous post. But, PLEASE pay no mind to it. It's so not finished. It's due next Wed. I worked on it all day today and will post a cleaner revision on Wed. I just posted it on the blog because it's cheaper then a USB drive. ; )

On another note I saw THIS car on campus and around town. I originally thought it was a Shelby Cobra and was CLEARLY wrong. It's still way awesome because it's pretty rare.

http://www.pininfarina.com/index/storiaModelli/modelli.html?scheda.php?id=57&cmp=anno&ord=desc&sl=6&ids=6oq5d9jq66l4rvvrplbjdjmcp2

Tomorrow GALA opens. I don't know what it is, but it is something about Christmas that puts people in a sarcastic David Sadaris mood that I love to eat with a spoon. By that I mood I mean that everyone hates the holiday so much that they are simultaneously entranced and repulsed by it. We can't fathom how some individuals could possibly be so full of "cheer" and "joy". But, we can't help but get infected it by it as well. Even if it's just an instant. And you know that moment I am talking about. It's giving a loved one a gift because you love to give. It's buying a can of cranberry sauce because you can't make it home for Christmas dinner this year. It's secretly singing Christmas tunes while driving in your car. Or it's slipping your change into those Salvation Army people's container and not taking the tootsie roll.

It's the holiday you love to hate.

I posted an article awhile on my facebook from the AHA. (The American Humanist Association) It was saying how they are campaigning this Christmas with the slogan "No God. No Problem." They are reminding the 15% of people in America that they aren't alone. This group of people is known by Psychologists as the "Nones" is a growing population in America that subscribe to no religion when polled. There main message is that "Humanism is the idea that you can be good without the belief in God." Finally! Someone else said it. Sure I have friends that recognize this idea but no one ever really says it out loud. I get sick of the argument that only BAD people aren't religious. On the contrary some of the best people I have ever met aren't religious. They are instead very respectful and conscious individuals.

Now, even if you are religious and subscribe to a religion you shouldn't do good because GOD told you to. You shouldn't be Catholic because someone TOLD you to and someone said it was RIGHT. I think too many people get hung up on the concept of making the "right" choice. Life is a lot of mistakes. You wouldn't learn without those mistakes. Religion is all about free will. Exercise your free will and discover what you really believe.

This was a huge debate in my World Theatre Studies in class today. Typical to my fashion I threw my two cents into the mix and as my friend Nick says, caused a LOT of trouble. My teacher got a little flustered at first but after class came up to me an thanked me for starting an intellectual discussion in class. This teacher really wants me to "not waste my mind" and go to Graduate school at LSU.

Maybe I am supposed to be an academic the rest of my life? I don't know about that but I know I do love learning and if I could I'd spend the rest of my days in school or just educating myself about things that interest me I'd be pretty happy.

I guess the post comes down to reminding everyone this holiday season that it's not really about just ourselves this time of year. It's about humanity.

It's pretty awesome to consider with all the evil out there in the BIG BAD WORLD. That there is a pretty universal holiday based solely on good will toward fellow men and starting over around the new year. This is a magical season of possibilities. There is something other worldly about being in this town of lights. You get caught up in the beauty of the neon and crayon colored orbs glowing against the pitch black night sky.

It's where people congregate and create a living breathing organism, a moment in time captured every year. It is unbelievably fantastic.

Song of the Moment: Blow Away by: A Fine Frenzy
Play of the Moment: A Number by: Carol Churchill

She had no greater wish then to move like smoke. Elegant, flowing, ethereal...ever present but quickly dispersing into the air. Smoke that lingers only in sense memory, caught in your hair right before you shower. The kind of smoke that only appears in a good film noir.

He sat across from her and watched the smoke from her smoldering cigar play in the faint candle light. He had no idea why he was attracted to her. She didn’t make much sense to him. She was whimsical and serious all at the same time. He could never quite read her. She was like the Sunday LA times crossword puzzle; long elaborate and quite impossible to figure out. But if one put forth the time and effort they would feel rewarded by their sheer accomplishment. All metaphors aside he knew one thing that she excited him.

She was like trying to hold mercury in his hand. You had to have the perfect grasp on her otherwise if you were too tight she’d slip right out of you reach. And if you didn’t hang on to her she just slid right off you hand. The only problem with finally figuring out how to keep her around was that she like mercury wasn’t exactly good for your health. You could keep her around but she needed to be encased in a thin glass tube, meant for one to only look and never touch.

She tapped her cigar lightly against her fingers to ash the growing cherry. She knew he was looking at her but wasn't quite sure if she enjoyed his gaze. Instead of focusing on the intensity at which he watched her she let her mind give into the general buzz of life in the room. She could feel the pulse of the piano. The tingle of the white and black keys mixed with the peaceful swaying of the room. She only ever relayed on her feelings. Unlike, the look he gave her she was sure of this energy. Men's glances made her nervous and always put her ill at ease. But, she could feel this energy, this heart beat of the music taking over her mind. It was a bit like being intoxicated. She loved every minute of it. The bittersweet echo of the piano and white noise of the general group around her. Here is were she felt alive and lazy all together. Just like a lionesses, patiently switching her tail from left to right. Watching everyone and playing out different scenarios in her mind. Calculating everyone’s next move. She loved the intoxicated feeling of it all. She was one of the few great watchers left in the world.

With a lull of her head to the side she made eye contact with him. He had one of those gazes like a combination lock, once you reached a certain number you can't go any further. You locked eyes with him and you'd better like number the 23 because you were going to be there for awhile. This was a bad equation for her, she wasn't the type of woman to be controlled by a man. In fact she tended to run from them. Normally, men would be more than happy to let her run. They always assumed she'd come back.

"It's gone out.", his voice seemed to shatter the smokey coma that she was entranced by as he pointed to her extinguished cigar.

"It appears you are correct." She almost murmured under her breath.

"Would you care for a light? Perhaps another gin and tonic? Or we could pick up where we were before we left the office.", the glint in his eyes was almost enough to make her smile. Almost enough.

"No, I think I am done for the evening.", the tone in her voice slightly short, "I very seldom mix business with pleasure and tonight I feel as if we have almost gone a bit too far."

"I don't understand how a woman of your means. One who enjoys many of the finer things in life could be so adverse to pleasure.", he mused.

He had laid his ace rather earlier in the evening. There he was twenty three staring her in the face and she couldn't get passed him. The only way she'd get around him was to back track a bit.

"I don't think our business together should have anything to do with pleasure.", her voice was bordering on

"You should know by now if you want to get anywhere in life you have to be willing to make plenty of sacrifices." he spoke.

With a smirk she took out her matches and picked up the remains of her cigar. He was faster than she was and she didn't like that. As he struck the match and helped her light her cigar she could see his features in the soft bright hot light radiating from the match head.

He had a soft olive skin, probably of Mediterranean descent. His big brown eyes gazed into her green ones with an intensity that startled her. He had a lazy beauty about him.

Or at least somewhere in her subconscious was the ever present concept of this charade that they were playing. This farce of this veiled intimacy she knew all to well. It was as if a sheet had been lain across her eyes and all she could feel

His hand lightly grazed the top of hers as he set her matches back on the table. That same glint in his eyes that had almost persuaded a smile before managed
With that smile she knew what she had to do.
"Pardon me for a moment, I would like to visit the ladies room.", She grabbed her purse and quickened her steps to seek refuge in a place where it was forbidden for men to go. She had to seek some solace even if it was just mental.

He figured she would come back. She had to come back. No woman ever really turned him down. But, what he didn't figure into the equation was the tiny droplets of blood on the floor of the woman's restroom. The glass in the window had been easy enough to shatter with her hands the jump had taken a fair greater reserve of courage.

She was suddenly startled by the sound of a waiter dropping his tray an a cascade of wine glasses shattering on the floor. The same waiter embarrassed by his actions tripped and sent the contents of the couples table to the floor. The waiter's profuse apologies were droned out by the sound of the couples laughter. The man smiled at the woman and the two came to a silent decision together.

If it's not the weather then hand me my leather.

Rain + Wind+ Cold = Suck

However...

Thousands of Christmas Lights + Christmas Spirit + Gala = Awesome

Welcome folks to Natchitoches the REAL city of lights. No Lie.

*I started this blog before I went to Wal-Mart*

I am now back from Wal-Mart. I got stuck in the freezing rain with about 10 Wal-Mart bags in my hands. Fun right!!??? I mean who doesn't love shivering in the cold while you feel your arms slowly snapping in two??? I mean it is totally MY favorite past time.

On the way to Wal-Mart I saw a sign that said Chuck Norris approves Raising Canes.
I wish I could philosophically expound on this issue, but I can't. I just needed to share that.

I got an A on my last directing scene. Julius Cesar but set in the 60's and taking a TON of inspiration from the TV show Mad Men. That is my first official A in that class. I've gotten A-'s and B's but this is my first A. I'm stoked.

I have a short story due tomorrow in Concepts of Design. I will definitely post the final product on my blog tomorrow. I now have an excuse to finish the tons of creative writing projects I have started over the past year. Hopefully everyone enjoys my story/writing.

Well I have wet groceries to unload now!!! Till tomorrow...