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My boy is smart.
Dec. 14th, 2004 10:18 pmI am having my first cup of hot chocolate of the season. It's pretty nice.. I wish I could say that it was delightful but I over-watered it. Yes, yes, water, no milk. Bite me. I am occasionally a bit defensive lately. FYI.
I am so proud of my husband! He has sloughed through several big edits of his book, and it's now ready for the final, post-being-read-by-others edit. He could be ready to send it off very shortly! He is totally cool and you should all be so blessed as to come up with such funny little things as he does. I am really looking forward to reading the whole thing--I edited the first third or so, then the whole editing plan changed so I get to start reading it again tomorrow after we buy paper. (I cannot believe we are actually out of paper. It's really really wrong.) I am pretty familiar with the rest of the story, though, having already heard most of the rest of it in bits and pieces as it was being written/edited. Still. I am married to a novelist. That is frickin' rock-on cool.
Finally. Used "rock-on" in conversation, can now hopefully put it on the list of things I don't ever need to say again. I get these words in my head sometimes and I absolutely have to use them or I will go insane. It's a curse. You can often spot these words because they are more often than not last heard in 1987, or never before used as a noun/adjective/adverb/whatever. Recent example: I told M that I was totally going to wax a while back. He looked at me like I had lost my mind--my mom burst into startled, slightly-hysterical laughter. I don't even know if that was ever a common expression anywhere, but Scotty and I used it a lot, anyway.
I am notorious for listening to hopelessly depressing music, but M has one song on his playlist (I Wonder, Chris Isaac) that just makes me want to cry every time I hear it. I really like it, but it just strikes a poignant chord in me and my insides twist and I feel like crawling under the covers and staying there for the rest of the night.. but in a not-altogether-negative sort of way. I don't know how to explain it, or why I have that reaction. Other than my crazy seeping through again. My crazy has almost developed a personality in the last few weeks, as much as I talk about it. I should stop because I'm afraid someone might take me seriously.
Public Service Announcement: I do not actually believe that I am crazy. I do not speak to my crazy, or name her Sally, and I certainly do not buy her pretty underthings and lollipops. You may breathe a sigh of relief now.
So anyway, still sick and hoping that will be gone by tomorrow but figuring that it'll just be worse. M and I had a little nap this evening, which was beyond nice, but I awoke feeling guilty because somehow it was all my fault that M had to take a nap and therefore interrupting his at-home time. This is blatantly ridiculous because M loves nothing better than taking a nap but I usually try to talk him out of it--it's funny the things you think about when you first wake up. Still no present-wrapping.. I guess I'll tackle that on a day when I'm not feeling like sitting on the floor is the worst thing that could happen to me. Oh! And I did spend a few minutes flipping through my book, mentally preparing for the upcoming edit that I WILL DO. I mean it this time. Since my brain has been seriously malfunctioning today--the inability to think clearly has been one of the worst symptoms of this illness I have, whatever it is--I did not allow myself to put too much energy into changing things yet. I have too much plot changing to sort through first. But a start is a start. In any case, nap or no, it's time for bed. Sleepy sleepy, no better conclusion forthcoming, night night.
I am so proud of my husband! He has sloughed through several big edits of his book, and it's now ready for the final, post-being-read-by-others edit. He could be ready to send it off very shortly! He is totally cool and you should all be so blessed as to come up with such funny little things as he does. I am really looking forward to reading the whole thing--I edited the first third or so, then the whole editing plan changed so I get to start reading it again tomorrow after we buy paper. (I cannot believe we are actually out of paper. It's really really wrong.) I am pretty familiar with the rest of the story, though, having already heard most of the rest of it in bits and pieces as it was being written/edited. Still. I am married to a novelist. That is frickin' rock-on cool.
Finally. Used "rock-on" in conversation, can now hopefully put it on the list of things I don't ever need to say again. I get these words in my head sometimes and I absolutely have to use them or I will go insane. It's a curse. You can often spot these words because they are more often than not last heard in 1987, or never before used as a noun/adjective/adverb/whatever. Recent example: I told M that I was totally going to wax a while back. He looked at me like I had lost my mind--my mom burst into startled, slightly-hysterical laughter. I don't even know if that was ever a common expression anywhere, but Scotty and I used it a lot, anyway.
I am notorious for listening to hopelessly depressing music, but M has one song on his playlist (I Wonder, Chris Isaac) that just makes me want to cry every time I hear it. I really like it, but it just strikes a poignant chord in me and my insides twist and I feel like crawling under the covers and staying there for the rest of the night.. but in a not-altogether-negative sort of way. I don't know how to explain it, or why I have that reaction. Other than my crazy seeping through again. My crazy has almost developed a personality in the last few weeks, as much as I talk about it. I should stop because I'm afraid someone might take me seriously.
Public Service Announcement: I do not actually believe that I am crazy. I do not speak to my crazy, or name her Sally, and I certainly do not buy her pretty underthings and lollipops. You may breathe a sigh of relief now.
So anyway, still sick and hoping that will be gone by tomorrow but figuring that it'll just be worse. M and I had a little nap this evening, which was beyond nice, but I awoke feeling guilty because somehow it was all my fault that M had to take a nap and therefore interrupting his at-home time. This is blatantly ridiculous because M loves nothing better than taking a nap but I usually try to talk him out of it--it's funny the things you think about when you first wake up. Still no present-wrapping.. I guess I'll tackle that on a day when I'm not feeling like sitting on the floor is the worst thing that could happen to me. Oh! And I did spend a few minutes flipping through my book, mentally preparing for the upcoming edit that I WILL DO. I mean it this time. Since my brain has been seriously malfunctioning today--the inability to think clearly has been one of the worst symptoms of this illness I have, whatever it is--I did not allow myself to put too much energy into changing things yet. I have too much plot changing to sort through first. But a start is a start. In any case, nap or no, it's time for bed. Sleepy sleepy, no better conclusion forthcoming, night night.
