I blame myself ...

[soulswallo]

Holy smokes. Today was the biggest waste of a day I've had in a good long while. I slept in a bit this morning and didn't get up to walk the dogs until almost 8. That's really late for me. Really late. Then I had to get Cole ready for his jaunt to Carmel with his dad. He left here at 10. My mom and I ran some errands and suddenly it was after 1 and I'd done practically nothing. Of course that meant that I had to take a nap. So I did. Because I rock like that.

Now? I've had dinner and opened up Word and done pretty much nothing else.

Yikes.

Oh, except that I've watched up through episode 10 of Veronica Mars season 1. That's something. I guess. I'm also edging toward finishing the book I'm reading. That shouldn't surprise anybody though.

Randomly, I have this bizarro-world iTunes playlist going that I like to crank while I'm writing my kinky werewolf novelette. It's a bunch of bands that I've recently started listening to and the songs don't really go together or anything. But they're damn fun and they make me do the writing thing.

Tomorrow's Cole's birthday. He's going to be 11. It's so weird. I'm sure he was only turning 6 last year. Or maybe it was 10. Whatever. My mom asked me what I was doing 11 years ago today and I was all "I don't know. Sweating because we were in the middle of a heat wave. And I was probably uncomfortable and swollen and just wanted the kid out." I have no idea why she asked that today. I mean, it's not like I was in labor or anything. That happened in the middle of the night. 11 years ago tonight.

I'm still in denial that it's been that many years. Surely someone calculated incorrectly and he's only 6. Or 7. Maybe 8.

Anyway. I'm going to see if Cole wants to see The Last Airbender tomorrow. Mostly because I think it looks super cool. I loved the cartoon. Cole and I watched every episode and I'm curious as to how the movie will compare.

Now I'm done.
I think.