I am currently sitting at a table between two rows of Shakespeare reference material. I think the Bard would approve of blogging, don't you?
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for their kind words concerning my grandfather. He's still hanging in there, to the doctors' surprise, but I'm not sure about anything other than that. My parents are driving to Florida right now to be with him and Grandma, so I'm hoping to know more this evening sometime.
Secondly, you all are a prolific bunch! When I was getting my feet wet in the Blogger world, I went for the blogs with frequent updates, as my blogging routine is a big part of my daily schedule. As you who've recently taken hiatus(es? i?) know, coming back even after a day or two gives you a HUGE reading list. I'm in the college library right now with my netbook, so I'm not going to be able to read and comment on all of them...my netbook is too awkward for that. But you all should give yourselves a big pat on the back for putting tons of reading material out there for my personal pleasure and entertainment.
DL Hammonds gave me an award last week, which I'll get around to once I have my desktop up and running HOPEFULLY tomorrow evening. Also, I'm trying to remember John Paul's Drunk At First Sight Blogfest--that's next week!
For realz, there is nobody in this library. I'm on the top floor looking out over the quad, admiring the daffodils and crocuses and I could be doing it butt-nekkid (like that redneck spelling? Trying to fit in.) for all the library staff knows. Know how I know? Because I worked here once! Yes, back in my freshman year of college, before I transferred to UGA, I went to this little liberal arts school and worked in this very same library!
If I remember correctly, there's a room on the 2nd floor where you can go get free books. I'd like to check it out, but I think Evan might kill me if I walked in the door with MORE books. So far my books box count is up to 9. Teehee.
Am I the only weirdo who gets an excited little thrill when entering a tome-filled floor of an academic library? It's all about the smell of old paper and mildew--just gets me right in the gut. Like a jittery, anxious feeling...when I worked here, I used to imagine as I was doing closing rounds that I'd get into a ninja-style altercation up here on the 4th floor, and no one would find us. It's the same feeling I get when I go outside into the woods at night. Like the physical tantamount that ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. It's exciting stuff.
I've had to convince Evan to lay off Supernatural for a few days. We watched 3 discs over the weekend and are now solidly in Season 4, but it's giving me nightmares again.
Not that I need much help with crazy dreams; last night I dreamt that my best friend's ex-boyfriend was proposing to her on top of this skyscraper, and I didn't want them back together, so I killed him.
Better watch out for me!
I'm hoping that things will be getting back to normal for me in a few days, and then you can have my regularly scheduled weirdness to look forward to!
Oh, and before I forget:
Sarah at Confessions of the Un-published is starting a self-motivating contest: 50k in 50 days! For those of you who are mathally challenged (hehe...and I made that up), that's 1k per day. A slightly less robust schedule than NaNo, but still noting to sneer at.
J. Kaye and I are joining her, because are crazy and like to torture ourselves. So get thee hie, get thee hence, get your ass off the waffling fence...and join us! (Gah, I know that was bad, but please forgive me. I've been in dire withdrawls from sharing my particular brand of goofy humor.)