Not normal

Have you noticed this about me, that I’m the opposite of normal?

For instance, I am the only person in Canada with a bug bite on her eye. In January.

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Elusive sleep

Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.

A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.

Distractions.

A fantasy filled with desire and hope.

Longing.

There is no time, no peace, no focus.

But it will come. It has to.

The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.

Until it melts. Again.

Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.

Maybe the words will form at dawn.

Maybe not.

DIY haircut

Yesterday I gave my tween a haircut.

Actually, first I called the salon in our village-like neighbourhood to see if they could squeeze her in. That was on Saturday.

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Stupid things I have done I am not proud of

At the grocery store one time, I picked up an item and put it in the cart. At the next aisle, I changed my mind about the item and put it on the shelf in the wrong aisle where it does not belong. So if you see a jar of Nutella among the olive oil bottles, you’ll know it was me who shopped there earlier.

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Writing under a pseudonym: why or why not?

So. I never did find my broom yesterday. 🙂

I also noticed my comments were off on my witch selfie post…WP does have a mind of its own some days it seems…

This is me today:

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The more demented the better (imported from tumblr – test)

(I made a tumblr and am now playing around with it. I imported this post from tumblr to see how it worked. Not sure I will continue to do this. Forgive my ramble below…lol)

I’ve been following Preacher, that show on AMC, for a while now and I like it way better than the Walking Dead.

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