I’m having a hard time finding much to be positive about this week. I made cream puffs, but got into a fight with the whipped cream and pastry bag in the process. I made a somewhat elaborate dinner on Wednesday, but it didn’t actually come out right, so I don’t know if I consider it successful. And I’ve barely written anything all week. I started working on a new possible novel because I was too excited by the idea to let it sit while I worked on a different novel project, and while it’s really fun when I’m working on it, I can’t seem to get myself to work very often. I do have four submissions out right now that I’m waiting to hear back on. Mostly, though, I’ve just sat around the house watching 30 Rock and eating.
I’ve felt very separated from people lately, like I’m not much of a part of any community. I keep thinking about myself ending up with a lot of cats and little to no human contact outside of Dan and my parents, and it doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibilities; in fact, it seems incredibly likely and expected. I’m still in love with a cat we saw at the humane society a few weeks ago (his name was Kevin, and he wore a red turtleneck sweater and liked to chat), and a senior cat sanctuary farm is another big thing on my dream life list now. Basically, I feel like a super cat lady who’s going to die surrounded by fifteen cats and Dan because I don’t know how to be a part of a community of humans.
Alkaline Trio ♥ Pioneer Valley Zine Fest in a few weeks + thinking about tabling ♥ Game of Thrones & Mad Men on Sunday nights ♥ working on my first knitted stuffed animal ♥ plenty of homemade foods this week ♥ reading fluffy books as a break from intense emotional ones ♥ thinking about having new experiences ♥ remembering the lyrics to songs I haven’t heard in years ♥ new massive period pimples named Janette ♥ sleeping with the windows open ♥ glasses of iced water with lemon
“It’s Friday; I’m in Love” is a (mostly) weekly gratitude post. It aims to remind myself and others of the good things from the past week, big and small; to share ways to make the next week a positive one; and to serve as a record to look back on for the not-so-great days to come. The title comes from the song by The Cure.