I’m having some Internet connectivity issues (read as “my wireless appears to be on strike”) and my day has been the sort of day that should be allowed some sort of cosmic do-over.
In place of writing, enjoy these pictures of my cats.
I had planned a post on another topic, but today turned into a series of misadventures all centered around my debit card info getting snagged when I was in Chicago.
On the plus side, this awesome praying mantis hung out at work with me all day. If you stare at the image long enough it’ll probably feel like you, too, were visited by this super-cool mantis. My phone keeps wanting to say praying mangos, by the way, so there’s also that.
Day Thirty-Two – The Meh Heard ‘Round the World
I took a nap because I felt lousy, and now I feel lousy and tired. No desire to write today at all. Nope.
Here’s some pictures from the epic road-trip to get Marceline as a bridge between last night’s post and tomorrow’s.
Sixty-eight days remaining. Yawn.
Or “Phil had an idea for a short story, but its quite stuck in his head” with strong notes of “If this week were a person, I’d set that bastard on fire and throw him off a goddamn cliff”.
I’ve seen One Hundred Days of all sorts of things. One Hundred Happy Days. One Hundred Days of Self-Improvement. One Hundred Days of Exercise (which I admittedly misread as One Hundred Days of Exorcise, which left me wondering who is going to the trouble of finding so many possessed people). And so on, and so on, ad infinitum. I also know that this Hundred Days of Blogging has been done before, and so I want to set up some basic guidelines for myself. Guidelines that are being made up as I type this, because I am the antithesis to planning and organization. With all of that in mind, let’s kick this off. Continue reading