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Monday, November 15, 2004
late night ramble ack
I am a failure at some things. This cannot be denied. I could not write a novel in a month. I frankly don't think I have it in me to write a novel given an infinite amount of time, because every time I open the file to add anything to the story, I'd naturally re-read what I'd written so far, and then I'd end up spending the time I had intended to spend writing new stuff in attempting to undo the suckiness of what had already been written. I think this would be a neverending cycle. Plus it's not that important and the stories were both kind of pedantic and I don't feel any kind of real urge to ever write a book ever. And that's fine.
I also was a failure at analytic geometry, during the second half of my junior year in high school. I'm actually sad about this. Not because I particularly enjoyed that class or because I think it would have been useful in my daily life (but hey, you never know when you'll have to draw a perfect freaking rose curve which I could never do never ever ever no matter how hard I tried my rose curves always looked like something a four-year-old colored with a fat crayon), but because, man, I got an F on my report card. Only bona fide slackers do that, right? That was the class where my cruddy study skills caught up with me and I could no longer sail through with Bs and As (and the occasional C) on the strength of my test scores, while virtually ignoring homework and any real studying. Whoops.
Also, I don't know if I will ever succeed at learning to knit. And I'm not good at social stuff.
But. BUT.
I can figure out how to make pinch-pleat drapes, all by myself, and construct a set that looks like it was bought at the store, without any instructions at all! See? See?
Now is not the time to tell me that even your GRANDMOTHER has finally figured out that pinch-pleats were oh-so-over fifteen years ago. I don't like valances and T doesn't like tab-tops and some ladies from chorus were coming over for a sectional rehearsal so I needed something on that sliding-glass door besides the who-knows-how-old tattered, old, dirty, ugly, beige pinch-pleat drapes that were there when we moved in eight years ago. And the hardware was all in place, and white muslin was 99c a yard on sale.
in other news.
Isn't it funny how a family can go for a long time without any medical problems to speak of, and then all of a sudden, WHAM, they start coming in one after the other? We had C's whole super-head-congestion-ear-infection-temporary-loss-of-hearing thing going on for a few weeks. Then yesterday T complained of a burning feeling on the back of his leg, and when I checked it for him I found a tick chowing down on the blood vessels behind his knee (thanks to the Internet, by the way, I now finally know the best way to remove a tick. It really works. Too gross to go into here, though). Since we live in Lyme Disease Central, now we have that to worry about. Also this weekend, a little bump on the inside of my elbow, which I'd been kind of keeping an eye on in a general way because I thought maybe it was a wart or something, suddenly got way, way bigger than it had been. It's not tender, isn't a boil or a pimple or any of those pleasant things. And oddly enough, if you look up "wart change size" in Google, a little man in a white coat leaps out of your computer and says "GET YOURSELF TO THE DOCTOR PRONTO!!!". Well, not quite. But close. So I'm going to get that looked at tomorrow. It's probably nothing at all but I'd rather KNOW that it was nothing at all, than wonder, the way things have been going.
Also. Can I just say something? NOVEMBER IS HALFWAY OVER AUUUGGGGHHHH!
