I don't know why blogging has become my lowest priority this month. But I am totally alive and doing the same old boring things as always, and on Wednesday I might actually have time to blog about that.
Right now I have to do laundry, type up all this handwritten stuff I've been scrawling in a notebook, and finish reading this murder mystery. I've been home from work a whole half hour and all I've accomplished so far is eating leftovers!
I'm actually writing (and enjoying writing) my untitled romance. Possibly I have been abducted by aliens and replaced with a cunning replica who enjoys writing romances. I mean, how would you know if I was an alien replica?
(Upon rereading this post, I realize I sound like I'm drunk. I'm not, promise. Unfortunately.)
Mmmm...leftovers. Wait--leftovers? For a half hour?
You ARE an alien replica!
Well, I didn't actually eat for a solid half-hour. Although I may have come close.
I am an alien replica with an unbelievable capacity for chicken and cold rice pudding.
You sound high on left-overs to me. :D
Perhaps I will return Wednesday...and you will be drunk and posting juicy excerpts from the untitled romance...
Ah, leftovers. You have no idea how much food I would have to cook to create those. Ying eats like a horse. Which, according to Chinese astrology, he is ; )
Cate--I just hope the leftovers weren't high.
Alan--Oh man, I can only wish!
Natalie--You mean he eats grain and hay? Interesting guy. :)
I miss leftovers from when I was living at home.
I'm the only one in the house who will eat leftovers, too. More for me!
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