I felt pretty proud of myself when I hit publish on that first blog post that it never occured to me what I would need to do next.
Write another post at some point the near future.
I don’t know if I’ve been very successful in impressing this fact upon you dear read, but I shall state what I am trying to get at bluntly: my life is not very interesting. Inside my head I write compelling blog posts about the politics of noon recess out on the playground and discussing books about blind people with 2nd graders. But those interactions comprise about 2 hours of my day. And then I come home and take a nap. I apologize that I haven’t yet taken the time to show you what I’ve been doing or that I seem to lack the willpower to stay awake through the afternoon. I promise something better. Next week after all, is spring break. I intend on crafting my butt off.
For now I leave you with a conundrum that I have encountered. I purchased a complete set of all 7 seasons of the hit show Buffy the Vampire Slayer in November. I embarked on a mission to watch all 7 seasons, one right after another. I watched the final episode of season 7 last night and now all I want to do is start right back over with season 1, episode 1. The question is: Am I a crazy lady for desire to want to watch all 7 seasons again? I leave that up to your judgment. I certainly hope I am not batshit bananas.
Twice is a bit weird, but my roommate last year watched all of Sex & the City at least three times in a row, so as long as there’s someone crazier than you out there it’s probably okay.
You MUST do what KEEPS YOU sane. We find you, read your words, try to understand them… AND APPLAUD YOUR BRAVERY AND HONESTY.
That’s what I did with the twilight books… finished #4 and started right over again with #1. Repeated that eight times before Joel intervened.