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Yeah, hope you're better, Annie. The doctor calls a sinus infection, or sinusitis, or some complicated medical jargon - sometimes I call it nostrilitis or the creeping crud or just give up and tell everyone I have a cold. Not sure if that has anything to do with your plague, but I believe I understand.:D
The local paper just published a short story of mine. I had EmmaSohan look it over before sending it and she helped fix a few things, figuring they were going to make some changes or even corrections. I spoke with the Editor of the paper and asked before they ran it what changes he made.... he said none looked good just the way it was. A first for me :}
Thank you Emma :}
Great stuff! = DQuote:
Originally Posted by Plasticweld
I got a decent amount of work done today. Finished off a Columbus biography and wrote 1500 words. Also, I now have some time for the forum today. Ace!
Watchword for the morning:
"Put mind in gear before putting mouth in motion."
Anon (as far as I know)
'nuff said.:smile:
ah...marital bliss. It really is all butterflies and rosesQuote:
Originally Posted by midnightpoet
So I have a four day Christmas weekend which is absolutely amazing and currently my
work day today has consisted of coffee, cupcakes, and virtual reality.
I am over the moon.
Out of curiosity, I typed in the name of my hated 7th-grade English teacher's Facebook profile and found it. My first instinct, horrifyingly enough, was to exact vengeance by posting on her wall, "You're an ugly, fat faggot. Drink bleach and die." But fortunately I realized how horribly and sadistically cruel that was and immediately escape before that thought fermented. As mean as she was to me when I was in her class all those years ago, she doesn't deserve that. She deserves a happy Christmas just like everyone else.
I'm not an asshole, and I'll be damned if I start acting like one now.
I am totally gripped by the book that i am currently reading, so with long reading sessions broken up by the taking of meals, and contrary to expectations, the day has gone well. Only a few more hours left to kill before bedtime and then, on the morrow, much sport action to enjoy and another book to dive into. Happy days.
My kids are at that age where teenagers get surly and jaded. Thank God mine aren't there.
The genuinely smiled and enjoyed themselves opening their presents. We're not wealthy, and they weren't expensive gifts. Still, they appreciate things.
That's our gift. Having kids that are thankful and genuine.
Next it's "...over the hills and through the woods..." to the grandparents.
hotel booked lift sorted of to manchester tomorrow for a day out and night on the lash....