I don't post every day because my life is not that exciting; however, because I DO put it off until the weekend, or something pressing comes up, I always forget what I wanted to commemorate in glorious print.

I went through a week where I also didn't post because I am trying to avoid posting when I'm feeling sorry for myself, and I was going through a period of feeling sorry for myself most of the past week. Since it had nothing to do with anything, I decided against recording it for posterity. On the other hand, I did have some good ideas and now I can't remember any of them.

I've been working heavily on Book Two (which still doesn't have a title), although there's still no interest in Book One. No, I don't think I can make a living at this - I read the blog of an author whom I think is one of the best writers living and I see the trouble HE has - but like I said, I just want readers who like my work. That's all. (One of the things, of course, causing the aforementioned "I hate myself" phase.) ANYWAY, the work continues apace. I've been getting some pretty good feedback, at least.

( This week in television )

The Diamondbacks won, 10-4, today, making up for yesterday's loss. Go D-backs! We have the best record in the league, 21-9 for the season.

I blame fenchurche for sitting here eating dates filled with cheese and pecans. Yum yum yum! (They also go REALLY well with little chocolate wafer cookies...)

We went to Trader Joe's this morning for our main shopping, then went to run errands and take care of things for Barb's mom. Got most of the laundry done. Don't really know where the day went to - was woken up fairly early, yet somehow suddenly it was past three. In trying to fix the vacuum cleaner (clogged hose, nothing seriously), I pinched my fingertips and now there's a slight bruise under my fingernail and it hurts. I had a hard time sleeping last night, not really sure why.

I made spicy pulled pork for Tres de Mayo, which we ate on tortillas with cheeses and the usual, Barb made guacamole, there's nice Trader Joe's salsa, and we're watching uncut Dexter. It's a good evening.

I hadn't realized quite how long it'd been since I last posted. I've had the odd thing to say, but never seemed to have any time to come sit down to the computer and do it.

Let's see - Tivo is up and working, although I haven't figured out how to make it do all the things it supposedly can do.

I spent every last cent I had this weekend finishing up shopping and such, including the postage for all the boxes that I spent all week trying to get into the mail. Most everything went out on Friday, and just the boxes to my Mom and aunt & uncle alone were $19.51; I haven't gotten the total for the rest of it (one of the few perks of working in the mailroom, the ability to fill out a requisition - or ten - and be charged after the fact).

Since we don't get tomorrow off, they did give us an extra two hours of personal time which can be used any time between now and the end of the year, so I scheduled it for New Year's Eve.

I haven't been sleeping very well; I am delighted that my cat loves me, really, I am, but couldn't he love me during the day as well as at 4 in the morning? And more, he's learned to operate the iHome clock radio/iPod dock - because the buttons are on top, he steps on them and turns on the music at all hours. I had to move it from his path (there is nothing that will keep him from getting on the bureau in the first place).

Took off a good part of the week before last, and got a lot of stuff done around home, but for some reason I just don't come in here as often - once I "finished" NaNoWriMo, I stopped hanging around the computer, and other than getting this desktop up and working (at long last!), I haven't been using it like I used to. I do have the wireless keyboard working, but I haven't installed PhotoShop or PowerDVD yet (so no new icons, although I need to make a few from the Simpsons Movie and Scrubs); I am hoping that once the new year comes in, and things can settle down, I can see if I can get my mind organized back into some semblance of order. Again, I think I like having a living room that's for, you know, LIVING in.

Getting the desktop back does remind me, though, that the last place I sent my novel to was back in AUGUST - and I can't help but think that four months is too long. But I'm not sure about sending it on to the next one on the list until I hear something. Argh. Besides, I'm going through an intense "I'm sure it's crap" feeling, considering all the mistakes that beta readers are finding. I really screwed the damned thing up with those most recent edits.

What rahirah said about Sweeney Todd.

I've gained ten pounds since my surgery. After New Year's Eve, I hope to get back in shape.

Let's see... tried a few new cookie recipes this year, so hopefully everyone who gets 'em likes 'em. I still have a few presents I'd like to get for folks, but seriously - I am BROKE. They'll have to wait until January or February, depending on emergencies, payoffs, etc. I have overspent just a little, but nothing at all like I used to do - this time I reached a stopping point, something that actually CAN be paid off in a few months (instead of five years plus lawsuits and bad credit problems).

And that, I think, sums up my generally boring life, since I can't remember half of the other stuff I'd meant to post but never got it written down, so it's gone.

Ideas for articles I thought about writing: Confessions of a Speed Addict; How Does 'Happy Holidays' Lessen Christmas?; Do Americans Know What the Word 'Moderation' Means?

I don't know where my creative mind has gone. Hopefully I'll find it again sometime.

I know better than to whimper when receiving a rejection, but still... *whimper*

Naturally this sinks me into gloom, which I assume is temporary. But it's when the gloom comes that all the little bad things rise up and circle one and seem much worse than they did. Woe! Woe is I!

And my browser has been working really sporadically, making cruising around on the Intrawebs while brooding and feeling sorry for myself more difficult. Phoo, says I. And it's a few weeks until my next spa appointment (I kinda got addicted to spas in Vegas, but obviously waiting six months between visits was getting to be too long to wait); largely because after the wild spending spree of the last several weeks, it's now time to be frugal.

The worst thing about the glooms is it makes me want to eat everything in sight. Hundred-calorie packs are good, until you eat four of 'em. *g*

On the more cheerful side, it's only five days until Season 3 of Doctor Who starts...