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Day 1.
December 5th, 2008
I went back and looked at some of the archives. Funny how time passes huh? And how people use words like “funny” to describe situations that they don’t have better words for. I didn’t mean funny, ha-ha. I meant how the heck has six years passed since the first time I sat down and tried to write DAILY in December? Back then it was my way of saving face after having failed MISERABLY at NaNoWriMo. (For the record I haven’t made an attempt at NaNoWriMo since 2005.) Now it’s become a time-honoured tradition.
So here we are: back at Day 1 of holidailies. And here I am, 10:19 at night trying to get this entry in before it becomes midnight. Really, this is ahead of schedule for me – I usually post at the very end of the night before I go to bed, which becomes the very beginning of the next day… Do that enough days and skip a few here and there, and you have me *begging* jette yet again to let me stay in the portal. I wonder if she remembers repeat offenders like me.
I have eight years of entries. They aren’t complete. When I moved to using my actual name in the domain I deleted a lot. If you look at the frequency of entries you’ll notice that I don’t write as much as I used to. It turns out I’m rather obsessive.
I used to obsess about writing. Now I obsess about knitting and photos. Sometimes I obsess about Roller Derby. I’m hoping this year to obsess more about active things than about sitting on my ass things.
I am going to end this now with a final thought because overhearing a simple phone call has gotten me so riled up that my mood to share publicly on the internet has turned quickly into a strong desire to use bad words: Before you go intruding on other people’s personal lives why not take a second and think about whether it’s any of your damn business. (If it’s posted on the internet you’re safe, I’m totally not talking about you :).)
ps – how does one end a parenthetical statement with a smiley and have it NOT look confusing.
pps – WHY oh why do Canadians call them brackets? Square brackets? PARENTHESIS.
