Boring

I am gloriously boring right now.

Here is a picture of naughty chinchillas to make it better.

Now that you need mind bleach, back to what I was saying. I am gloriously boring right now. I don’t know how long it will last, but I am going to savor it.

My life is writing, finding out I am an idiot savant at crocheting, and being madly in love. I’m excited because I got some super awesome grammar checking software of epic writing. I’m reading the third draft of the short story that turned into a novella (which is now a novel), and I’m not finding it abhorrent. It needs a lot of work, but I see the gem and not just the rough. I miss my bff, and I’m pissed off about this cold weather bullshit.

It makes for terrible blogging but wonderful living. I’m going to enjoy it as long as I can.

One last: I’m thinking of writing a list of commandments for new feminism (mostly meant tongue and cheek). I’m going to try to have it Tuesday. Be ready to tell me what I did wrong, right, and what I missed.