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I’ve never had white sheets before in my life (until recently), and now every time I pull down the comforter there’s about a half-second where I’m scared my bed doesn’t have a sheet on it.

Every. Time.

It’s because I’m a freak, and everything scares me.  But I’ll get into that another day.

Happy October!  I haven’t done much to prepare for the season except make an awesome wreath for my door.  Me and my bestie went to Michael’s a couple of weeks ago, because there’s one in town now, and I feel like the craft-monster inside me is dying to be unleashed.  I’ve bought yarn for two new scarves, needle-point thread for making friendship bracelets, all the fixings to make my door wreath, AND A PINK GLUE GUN.

I made this.

I made this.

Also this, because I’m like all middle-school now.

NaNoWriMo is just around the corner and I haven’t done so much as a paragraphs worth of writing in weeks, not even in my journal.  I’m nowhere close to ready for November.  I have no idea what I’m going to write this year.  I mean, I’ve had some ideas floating around my head for months now, but none of them really seem like I could write them for 30 days.  And actually just now all of them seem to have vacated the premises because I can’t remember a single idea.  I don’t want to go the romance novel route again.  It was easy and enjoyable to write romance last year, but I haven’t read a romance novel in months.  I’ve been reading fantasy for a while now, and so I think that might be the route I’m going to take.  Maybe.

I have four hours before I have to leave for work.  Four hours of boredom.  I don’t particularly want to go to work, but I hate being bored.  When I’m bored I always feel like I’m dying, or like the end of the world is coming.  I feel like Cameron Frye in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off when Ferris calls him and tells him to come over.

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Exactly like this.

Now I’m going to knit fiendishly as I watch Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and soak up all the life lessons like glorious feel-good rays of sunlight coming out of my television to make me feel good about myself and my day.  Thank the Baby Jesus for Netflix.  Amen.