Today, the laziest of all Saturdays, I was lounging around the house with a plate of pancakes and, of course, mulling over my "second post", for which I had no ideas. Blank. My mind was entirely blank.
Somehow, I got the brilliant idea to eat breakfast in my room. As much as I love those round circles of goodness...my bedroom is not the place to inhale them. It worked out for me in the end, though. For a while there, things took a turn for the worse: the syrup was running off of the side of the plate, and I was trying to balance it with one hand (having a fork and "The Complete Works of Jane Austen" in the other). My body was twisted in a pretzel shape as I tried to wipe my sticky fingers on a napkin...and I elbowed the space bar on my computer, kickstarting some playlist.
#1: My journal.
I know, I know. A blogger with a handwritten journal - sue me. I find that it helps get your thoughts down. I guess I should abridge that...it's not really a journal. More like a "rambling book". I've already completed today's entry. It was a blue day. Not a melancholy blue - an acceptance blue, a calm blue.
Here it is:
|She's a maaaaniac, maaaaniac...|
(Oh, and something I hate? People who are obsessed with having socks that match.)
#7: The view from my bedroom window. So very calm. Great for curling up next to with a book and a steaming mug of vanilla tea. Or the old laptop, for novel-writing, and some hot chocolate. Or my journal.
See, that wasn't so hard, was it, Alex? And it didn't even include a single kitten whisker. Or a raindroppy rose.