Sooooo....
I haven't been good about posting for almost a month now. I don't know, I guess I slipped into a delayed mini depression that I'm still in and that was only complicated by family issues, that while they haven't worked out, exactly, the issue that led to them has.

Overall, I'm tired and ready for the semester to end. I finally caught up with my school assignments that I missed. (mostly it was just one class, but it was enough to drive me crazy for a couple of weeks during that whole batshit insane family issue).

Yesterday was a good day. It was fun and exhausting and even involved involuntarily watching a couple of minutes of the Boston Marathon. Ok. So, I get why people would want to run a marathon, but I don't understand the desire to watch a marathon. Maybe if I knew someone in it, but... I don't get what's so exciting about it. Anyone care to explain?

But at least I got the day off!

I need to go back and focus on my sweet charity story... I've been having so much trouble getting into writing, it's kinda ridiculous, and then with the end of the semester now approaching, I just don't know. I totally failed at fest season, barely able to squeeze out the smattering of words for beholder and snarry games ended up being a wash, but I've been informed that I'm not supposed to feel guilty about any of it because there's a reason behind my extreme fail... But I still feel guilty. I have guilt issues, I'll admit it. :/

ETA: I find this terribly amusing. The whole burying of the jersey was funny enough. I <3 Boston and the Red Sox... and in this case, I suppose I even <3 the Yankees since they're donating the jersey to charity.