We're on day two of Hibernation Weekend 2006 and it is going very, very well so far. It's been a perfect weekend for it because there's a home game and it's daylight savings time so I'm afraid to go downtown and I have another whole hour to piddle away and wonder what I did.
It's not like I haven't left my house at all - there were several trips taking the girls to and from their different events and running and tonight I ran to the noodle house to pick-up some take-out pasta for Coadster and I to eat while we watched movies apparently written for twelve year olds - I finally had to drink a beer to get through Just Friends. I may also break my shut-in vows tomorrow if the temperature actually breaks the sixty degree mark.
Is it just my computer, or has blogger been acting like a total asshole lately? At first he seems like he's going to be all nice and then when I try to post something, he gives me an error message just to fuck with me and make me repost the same thing 50 times waiting for a different answer from him. Don't worry Mr. Blogger-Fuck, I am nothing if not persistent, but I don't know why it's so funny for you to frustrate me like that.
My last item tonight is that I'm participating in that NaBloPoMo thing from Fussy's blog. Instead of making November the month to try to write a novel, Fussy has made it a little more realistic. She's having a contest to see if people can write a post a day during November. I might be able to write a novel during the month of November, but I would need a team of twenty editors working every day for the next ten years to clean it up and make it readable. I've decided to take the easy way out. I write almost every day anyway, except for certain weekend days where I skip because I'm too tired or too busy or I have a house full of teenage girls and they've rattled my brain so much that I can only wite in text message speak. So, there maybe a couple of days this month where I post only word, but don't worry, I'll make it a good one like turgid, onanism, or spooge.