What’s the word for where you are stressed to the point you cannot even keep your realities straight? Because, oh, yes, there’s more than one. And spelling simple words is impossible, along with making coherent sentences? And using appropriate punctuation? Help me?
Yah. I’m that. Or there.
I currently have 2695 words to write today…to make it to the 15,003 required for day 9 of this novel month bullshit.
I mean, I don’t think it’s bullshit. It’s just….well, you write 50,000 words in 30 days. Which breaks down to 1667 words a day. Fucking. Hard. Especially when you fall behind. Which I did. Stupid me. I’m planning on writing 3000 words today. Just to feel like I’m ahead somewhere in my little realm of insanity.
So, we’re playing picture day today. Because I feel like it. And I don’t really post many pictures anymore…so I’m really just trying to make up for my lack of picture posting to you. You’re welcome.
Look! It’s like a throw-back picture. It’s a younger Tim and me. Like…4 years younger. Plus, Tim has a goatee! I know – that’s totally new and different. And I was 21. Yay alcohol!
And what if I told you we would be here in less than 6 months?…just hopefully not freezing our asses off like were the first time around.
And a short little drive down from that frozen tundra was this awesome little field WITH A RAINBOW. You just can’t script that shit.
Oh, remember that moonset picture? Well, here’s like, behind the scenes crap…this is the sunrise we were initially waiting for. The moonset totally wins.
And this is me…in front of my favorite mountains. Looking for flat rocks to skip or staring at my reflection to see if it’d carry on a conversation…hard to make a fair judgement from this angle.
Apparently, Tim likes to take pictures of me staring at the water and I also love the color orange. The hell?
Did you like picture day? The answer is yes, you did. Why? Well, this might be the *last* time I ever…I mean, come on! Dammit! Looking at all those pictures made me want to go on vacation. Immediately.
I really have no clever way to end this other than to tell you that I am currently fighting with my alter ego – who is putting up a very convincing argument to grab my keys, get in the car and drive to the airport.