every time I post a rant-blog I feel kind of bad. I think I have a guilt complex. but it just seems mean-spirited, even though I’m sure the person who brought all that on is never going to read the blog (so nobody worry, of course). (unless you should.) (but worrying is generally not helpful anyway.)
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um, anyway. I don’t have a lot to say. life has been pretty normal lately. I’m about to take my vacation (or at least 5 days of it plus some of my regular days off) which was meant to be spent in Texas with Matt’s family, but will be spent mostly in Nashville instead since Matt wasn’t able to get all the time off. which means I probably won’t get a Christmas present from Matt’s aunt and uncle in Texas again this year since they still won’t know I exist. not that it matters, though two years ago they gave everyone these nice fleeces. oh well.
so I’ll be chilling around town. need to make a list of things that I want to do. I’ll definitely finish my book (Catch 22). not sure what else I want to accomplish. probably I’ll just try to keep the house clean.
we might take a weekend trip somewheres else. not sure yet where or when or if.
I ought to go wash the dishes from dinner last night. Matt’s working out now, and I did earlier. what for dinner tonight? hmmm.
No Promises This Time 