We got the tree up, and I did my shopping. I got my cat a little catnip toy all in pastel colors. It's so cute, and I thought she'd like it. I need to get mom's presents wrapped, and that's where Scott comes in. He helps me every year.
I'm thinking, if Jessie does have the party this year, then I could bring a bottle of sparkling cider and a batch of fresh cookies and we can have a grand old time. It'd be cool, right?
Maria and I are talking...well, she's talking, I'm reading...and we're discussing the stories she owes me.
I have a lot of stories that I still need to work on. Alex, if you still wanna help, IM me and we'll get down to business, k? I'll be here ^_~
I've been having some really strange thoughts lately. Most of them are about subjects I know nothing or next to nothing about, but it's in there just the same. Is that normal?
Such is that, the life of a creative writer. *nods to self*
I've been doing a lot of reading, writing, and daydreaming, accented with games and acting out scenes. I guess, in the sake of writing, whatever little bit helps, works well....
...or something like that. I don't really know right now.
I know, I'm a Virgo, and we're supposed to be creative people, but my imagination must be working overtime. Either that, or it's out of control.
I'm gonna get back to what I was doing. I'll talk to all of you later, k? Niters, all...sleep well and have dreams. Laters, all!