Whoo-hoo! Now it's November 7th.
I am such a dick with this stupid thing. Two months?!? Who the hell am I kidding, I couldn't write my way out of paperbag and somehow I continue to have delusions of actually being a writer. I mean, the whole freakin' point behind the blog was to practice my writing because the whole physical-journal thing is just a dismal failure as well. I have all these ideas and I keep fleshing them out on my commute, but that's as far as it ever seems to get. It's all so freakin' depressing.
I keep telling myself that when the kids are older, I'll have more time. Writing is something I need to be doing constantly and I can't seem to find the time to put a cohesive piece of anything together. (For awhile I was keeping this blog on writing.) Finn is so much work and so tiring lately. He's into everything and up at the crack of dawn. It really will be better once he's a bit older.
Finn did managed to sleep through the night most of the week. Unfortunately, he's developing a dry, hacking cough that's starting to create problems in the night. I'm pretty sure it's the dry air coupled with the electric heat (if you can avoid electric heat, by hook-or-crook do it. It's just about the worst). And the lame humidifier we bought doesn't seem to be much more than a glorified fan at this point. :P
Now, if I could just remember to post here more often. That would really be a start.
posted by Evil Wayne @ 5:23 PM
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