ugh

I have things to do, a lot of things.  I have so many drafts, letters, cards, and cover letters to write.  I have other people's drafts to read and comment on ... I have story outlines to create and most of all, I have emotions to process.

I should have written that damn craigslist post offering to HIRE someone to process these damn emotions for me.  [when I write or say DAMN emotions, you should hear the vehemence of Waitress' DAMN BABY]

But, I sit here and read other people's words and watch some shows... and hide from life.
 
What I haven't done: finish my "new year's" cards, select my word for the year, generally get my shit together. 

Tomorrow is another day.

These little pigs are up to their noses in water