Mortality and some other shit, or not

I was glancing at my interests earlier today and they are so vastly incomplete that it makes me cringe. Yet, every time I sit down to put some more down my mind turns into a vast field of blankness. There's just nothing going on upstairs. Nothing. I'm not sure if that's sad or simply disturbing.
*shake it off, Kel, shake it off*

Recently I gave a certain someone *coughebarnoncough* a preview of a story that's been percolating in the big empty space between my ears. That someone has encouraged me to write said story. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to write it. Simply because I've been thinking about this story for so long that I just have to get it out of me.
*Out, damn spot! Out, I say!*

Cole had another good day at school. Yay! I think he's on his best behavior because he really wants to go to a birthday party on the 21st (yes, the 21st. On a freakin' Tuesday. Some of us work, you know. Grr.) and I told him that if his attitude didn't shape up he wouldn't be going. I'm happy that something finally seems to be getting through to him. Not that he's terrible, but I refuse to allow my son become a bully.
*whew. Enough tough stuff*

Okay. I'm tapped.