I cannot seem to focus on reading today. Margaret Atwood is a good writer but Moral Disorder is pretty snooze worthy so far. I laid out on the back porch for a bit today to tan. It's nice to get some sunshine every now and then. I also wrote out a plan for October that I'd like to stick to. I'm so overwhelmed with things to do and things money is needed for that I figure if I can just pick a few things each month to tackle that one day i'll get where i'm trying to go. For October I think we are going to join a gym, start eating healthier (frequent goal quickly forgotten whenever pizza is thought of), try to go to Zombicon and look into getting a new bed & bedding because they're pretty needed. Then maybe next month... eye appointment and car repairs? And Matt's birthday of course. He wants to get a TV on black friday. Oh and a turkey and a Christmas tree! Then after that it's already December and Christmas! Geez. I need to have money set aside for school in case I'm able to sign up in January so everyone will probably get baked goods made by me. It's the thought that counts, right? Man I can't wait for it to get colder and to put up a Christmas tree in my own place :)

2011? School, start a car fund (because let's face it), move into a house maybe. I cannot believe 2010 went by so quickly.

Anagrams.

"She looked pink and beseeching, though essentially she looked the same, as people do despite the fact they have begun to turn into monsters and are about to tell you something that should require horns or fangs or vaulted eyebrows but never apparently does."

"Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that."

that man lives across the hall from his own fucking heart.

Oh Lorrie Moore, how I adore you. It's nice to get back to some writing with meaning. I get so sucked into these damned YA supernatural/dystopian novels. They are a guilty pleasure. Guilty pleasures are what I've needed lately. I'm hoping that by 2011 I'll feel revived. All I want to do is stay home anymore. I'm too mentally exhausted for much else. I'm not even unhappy. Just tired. It seems hard to explain. A little bit physical too.

"I think I'm anemic."
"Are you on Web MD?"

I officially filed on Tuesday.

I've had syrup on my shirt since this morning and I just don't care. If it's 5 o clock somewhere does that mean I can go home?

I am completely devouring Mockingjay today.



But I don't want it to be over with. I know I am going to finish it by tonight though no matter how many breaks I take. No sleep until we bring down the Capitol, people.

Another book I am in the middle of and very much enjoying:



Very sweet and I relate more to the dead wife than I want to admit.

More coffee?