Queen of Rambles

It’s amazing how much you can get done when you get up off your ass and start moving. I crossed a ton of things off my to-do list today and even managed to get the one nasty toilet scrubbed. Why is it that the toilet we never use is the one that gets gross? Maybe because the water goes stale from the lack of flushing? Pouring bleach in it for a couple of hours first really helped, so thanks anonymous commenter. I tried Ka-Boom in it before and that was totally worthless.

I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to talking about cleaning toilets. I have three of them so I guess I am overloaded on the subject. Seriously, what two bedroom apartment needs three toilets? We sure don’t. We use the master bathroom as storage, mainly, since using it as a shower makes it just moldy enough to spaz out my nose in middle of the night. That makes it sound like I never clean, but I do! Just not often enough to combat mold in a humid environment.

I’m reading a horrible, horrible book right now but I committed to reviewing it for MM and now I feel like I have to finish it. Why do I want to read stories about some drunk girl acting stupid all the time? Basically the book reads like a bunch of blog entries, but it is written by someone I really can’t stand (at least the way she presents herself in her essays). Blargh.

It’s way too late to be writing this post, but I was making fun of the National Blog Posting Month project the other day so now I feel like I have to post every day just to prove that it’s not that hard. I guess that isn’t very nice of me since some people actually have real lives to attend to. Until Erik came along I was a very dependable once-a-day kind of writer because this is my therapy and I would go insane with out all the writing I do here so it is hard for me to understand that some people have a real struggle with writing every day.

I only have a few more days to decide if I am going to participate in National Novel Writing Month. I can do the blog entries, but fiction? I know I can do it since I’ve done it twice before, but do I want to do it? And can I do it with Erik in my life? Someone (sorry, can’t remember who) suggested a novel based on the crazy mom’s group/Mary Kay ladies so I’m thinking about it. That’d be a major departure from my other fiction. I guess I’ll decide on Nov. 1. Nothing like procrastinating till the end.

Erik has been having a rough night tonight and I think it’s my fault. He’s had a fairly awful cough today so I dosed him up with his cough medicine inhaler during his afternoon nap today. Tonight I wanted to do the same thing, but every time I’d put the mask over his face he’d wake up a little and look at me. I finally quit, but about ten minutes later he woke up screaming. I think he must have had a nightmare about that mask over his face. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into it. My mom and my aunt were totally making fun of me for saying the Erik was probably really, really bored when he was in the womb. They’d never heard of such a worry. I think he was, though. How could someone not be bored in there for months on end with nothing to look at or do? Rolling around and kicking must get old after awhile.

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