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Tuesday, January 20th, 2015 09:13 pm
I saw Mod Boy on New Year's Eve. I didn't kiss him at the stroke of midnight, but I did kiss him not long after. I told him about The Unpleasantness and he wasn't fazed. Bipolar runs in his family, apparently.

Just before I left, he made me promise not to let depression get the better of me. It still puzzles me that he did that, but I'll take it. Thus far, it's been an easy promise to keep, as the tides of depression seem to have receded for the duration. I'm still dealing with a low hum of frustration from still being unemployed but that's not quite the same.

I'm getting the final details in order to send out a novel to agents and publishers. The synopsis just about killed me, but I've shaped it into something presentable. I'll be glad to have it out in the world just so I can stop thinking about it for a while.

I have flowers to draw, so I'd better wrap this up.

Today I took pleasure in chocolate and red wine.

Today I learned the worst movies of the 1990s, according to a poll held by RiffTrax.