I think that's a My Cousin Vinny quote...but I'm not sure.

So I went on the site today to see about this novel contest, as my Dec. 31st deadline came and went.
Well it turns out I have until March 31st unless they fill up the spots prior to that.
This is good because I can do a little more work on the book, which I stopped doing at the end of September.
At that point, there wasn't anything I thought needed to be further executed on it.
Since then I have found a point I would like to make, but can't seem to get it made.
No idea why. Just seem to be completely incapable of fleshing out the scene.
It's annoying.
So I have some time.
Thankfully.
I should print it out at least once more.

I don't know.

"Twenny-ought-sem" got off to a bumpy start as my sleep quantities stayed just high enough to keep me in a constant state of irritation and never quite hit that next level of euphoric delirium that puts me in a better --albeit annoying-- mood these first opening days.

Yesterday while I was off work, something crept into my soul and made me think that instead of driving to get milk that I should walk the 1.4 miles there and back.
I got my MP3 player out and started along my way thinking that this was a good idea.

I'm three blocks into it and start thinking, 'This is good for me! I really should make more of an effort at stuff like this.'

Of course, going from NO exercise whatsoever in a good 2 years to a steady fast paced walk in brisk January air didn't occur to me as a tremendously bad idea until over halfway to the gas station when it was just closer to keep on than it was to give up and turn around.

Nevermind the fact I would be carrying a gallon of milk back. That part wasn't that big of an issue beyond the plastic straps of the bag carving little riverbeds across the back of my hand, turning the skin a discolored purple-blue as it was deprived of life giving blood.

In hindsight, I should have bought two to make my mild stroke worth it.

I want to say that 'I don't want to be here today.' But that whole point is all but moot as I've got 2 1/2 hours left.
I'm at a point where its just closer to keep on than to give up.

Not that I can turn around in this situation, but you know what I mean.

Why am I so tired lately?
Bleh.

Anyway, I guess that's all I wanted to say.


"Let us as a collective step ever so cautious into this new year. Think of it as a pitch black room where you can't see anything at all and you must take baby steps so as to not stride face first into a 7 foot oak armoire."


Words to live by.
And if you put them in quotes and don't actually say who said it, people think it was someone that wasn't you.
And those people are, as they say, "wrong."