year(s) in review, and thoughts on being "challenged"

So I just read through some of my older posts and am fairly impressed with my command of the English language.

And now for something completely different!

I'm very excited for Halloween and my costume is going to be fantastic. It involves a lot of gold and black, or at least I expect it to at the moment. I have a vision.

Tomorrow I will be a vision of crispness because I just used some pretty effective starch throughout the course of this evening's ironing party. Ironing is something that I always leave to do in the morning, because I always plan to be up and moving earlier than I am actually physically capable of. I have written extensively on this topic. So of course, my white shirts (of which I have probably gone through dozens in the past couple of years from the sheer amount of time I spend wearing white button-down shirts) are rarely pressed with any extreme amount of attention, my makeup consists of making sure I don't look like a zombie, and whatever time is left is spent on making sure that my hair isn't going in some wild direction.

I hate it. I hate having to get up so early, because when I don't have the time to polish, the day just doesn't go as well. Call me high maintenance. I mean . . . I am high maintenance. But at least I have come to a realization of how much maintenance I require. The amount of time I spend getting ready has to do with the fact that I am a detail-oriented and/or perfectionist-type person by nature, combined with laziness because I am always sleep-deprived. Something as simple as getting ready for work is a major task because I have a certain routine I like to follow, and I am completing the routine almost as if I were a zombie. Who are we kidding? I am a zombie.

I have become convinced that the world is against us. "Us" is a people who simply cannot go to bed before, say, 11:00pm on a regular basis, and who also require at least 10 hours of sleep to be truly happy in life. We live amongst you and are generally undetected, if not for the bloodshot eyes and the listless, dazed expressions we wear. We (the royal "we") are chrono-impaired. Challenged, if you will. If I could go to bed, say, right now (approximately 12:10am) every night and wake up around 9 or 10, I would be springing out of bed, bright eyed and exhilarated! Ready to go!

But it is actually not to be; not until I am an author who has sold millions of books and can self-regulate and/or help to raise awareness for our disability. Until then, working hours will begin at painful times and my productivity will peak when everyone is leaving for the day. The time I am ready for breakfast most people would refer to as brunch on a Sunday; lunch would be at 3 or 4pm, and dinner would fall in around 9. Shops will close when I'm ready to do my errands (with the exception of Kroger). And etc.

I could go on and on . . . but I won't. I'm sorry, you will have to be deprived of my witticisms on this topic henceforth.

After all, it is time for bed. And I must make up for my physical impairment with as much rest as possible.

blogging.. writing.. now..

This is a blog. I am eating the last bite of my ice cream. I am also ironing clothes for work tomorrow. My life is riveting.

I know you are dying. Dying for more information. Something... To sink your teeth into. Do not fear, my dear reader, for it shall be granted. I beg your patience. Prithee return within the hour hence and I shall write again.

Tralala.
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this is a post

It is a beautiful day today. I'm happy that it's brisk outside and that I can wear coats and scarves again, because they keep me warm, cozy, and happy. Kind of like when I'm in my bed.

Speaking of my bed . . . when I woke up today, I discovered that there were some little red bumps on my right hand. I pursued the matter further and found that there were more bumps all over both of my hands and wrists. It appears that in my sleep a spider bit me about thirty times. I'm not exaggerating . . . there are over thirty little bite marks on the backs of my hands. Fortunately, they look better now. Unfortunately, there was a spider in my bed while I was sleeping. That is incredibly disturbing. How large? How hairy? How menacing? Did it crawl into my mouth, or my hair? We will never know.

The weekend went much too quickly, as weekends are wont to do. I think I shall now select a film and enjoy some domestic activities whilst I watch, like cleaning and preparing dinner.

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coffee

I want coffee, but not just a cup of coffee. I want to go somewhere in the middle of the day with my best friend and sit watching the rain outside, holding our warm cups in our hands, talking, reading, writing.