Rain, rain, go away.

The boy: "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring! He went to bed with a lump on his head..."

A LUMP on his head? I mean, if he's got a huge goose-egg, he might have a concussion, right? Shouldn't someone be waking him up every couple of hours to make sure he hasn't slipped into a coma? Sheesh, these children's rhymes are just ridiculous.

But yeah, kind of cold, kind of rainy, leaves falling off the trees. It definitely feels like fall.

I'm trying to decide if I should go to the grocery store today and get it over with. Usually I go on Fridays. I don't really want to go, but I NEVER want to go. I always hate the supermarket. On the other hand, I could get something nice to have for lunch... Good food is good. Should I go?

*Scratches head*

Why don't I have a "bitch" icon anymore? I'm puzzled.

Anyway, I thought I would complain about something that bugs me. It's when someone makes a request in a fic-finding community, and the story sounds REALLY GOOD, and then they say, "I already read stories x and y that fit this request" but they don't link to stories x and y. It's SO MEAN OMG. It's like torture! Why are people so mean to meeeeeee??

*Weeps*

Today's update.

I think I'm done for the day (although you never know, I could always write a little more after supper.)

Got to the smut, at least. Go, me!

A hair over 1000 words today.

8768 / 30000 words. 29% done!

Sometimes, I get to the end of the day...

...and I just don't feel like I accomplished anything.

Which is a totally inaccurate feeling that doesn't have much to do with reality, but it's still there, you know?

I mean, I sent my son off to school with a lunch and a snack and his homework. I ate a proper breakfast (toast) and lunch (macaroni and cheese). I baked chocolate chip cookies (but didn't eat any, I didn't really want them, I just wanted to bake). I went to the grocery store and did a week's worth of grocery shopping. I wrote 1000 words. I medicated the cat, and fed both of them, twice. I met the boy getting off the bus. I supervised his doing of homework, and provided a snack. I made dinner. I took a shower. I spent 28 minutes on the phone with my mother.

And yet, I feel like I did nothing.

Favorite old/classic movie.

Hey!

For those of you who appreciate older/classic films, which is your favorite?

(It's totally fine to suggest more than one!)

Two of my favorite are Hitchcock's "The Birds," and "Sabrina" with Audrey Hepburn.