Because I’m extremely content-challenged right now (and I have a theory why), I’m going to try and catch ya’ll up- ya’ll who give a damn, anyway.
GOOD: Roommate moved out.
BAD: She’s still got stuff here.
GOOD: I got some new -and free!- music
BAD: My iPod quit working.
GOOD: Got an invite to apply for another job.
BAD: They want thirty-four pages of sample writing. Like, yesterday.
GOOD: Bayou’s blogging up one helluva storm.
BAD: I am not.
Which brings me to the theory about my lack of blogging. Since Bayou’s experience at the rez, it’s been pretty intense around here. I’m supportive of her working out her numerous feelings about the trip, and perhaps subconsciously I’ve lent her all my extra creative juices. And I prefer to think that’s why I’m muse-less. I’d rather she be out on loan than flipping me off as she peels out in her Corvette, heading for Mexico.
Or, effing Sedona, packing only Oreos and beer.
Yeah. I would hope my Muse would have the good sense to at least pack some vitamins to go with her Oreos, beer, and gumballs.
Me, I think it’s wonderful that two people can share a Muse; it means they’re that much closer together.
Even if it is occasionally a pain in the neck for one or the other.