Notes to self…

  1. I love sleep. Is it possible to love sleep too much? My sleep schedule is all messed up. I often can’t sleep until 4 am and force myself awake at 9 am…which means I then pass out in the middle of the day sometimes…um, probably not good.

  2. I would like to read more. I’ve inventoried my own library and am setting a goal or re-reading everything I have. I never buy a book I haven’t read and liked but I’ve noticed that I keep getting books that people think I’d like…! And I still haven’t read most of them…!

  3. I have been slacking with my eating habits. I need to eat more consciously.

  4. I’ve also started doing about 20 minutes of yoga a day. Nothing too set in stone. Not time of day or a particular routine. I just think I need to get used to the idea of moving around before I try to actually get into it.

  5. And finally, remember: “Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it…It’s not work. If it’s work, stop and do something else.”  – Ray Bradbury.


“Do not feel absolutely certain of anything.”  -Bertrand Russell


It’s weird how I can just be watching some sitcom and a line will just kind of…resonate with me…

Heh, so I’m watching Happy Endings and Penny was giving a toast for her friend Shershow…completely and utterly plastered…but she did almost end it on a perfect note (i.e. she fell right after she said this, :-P)…

“…you have found each other and now you will never have to pretend to be something that you’re not…”

So I’m single and I’m quite happy about that. But especially since many of the people I know are getting married and having babies…ok, I’ve always found the expectations of coupledom a bit confining (no, I’m not a party animal…just an extreme introvert!) and I still feel that way…like I’m “on” when I’m with people, even the person I’m dating, and that gets to be very tiring. So I’m single. And while I find the company of other people quite stressful, I do get lonely…and friends and family are great and definitely help with loneliness but as my friends and family find their significant others and get married and start having babies, I don’t and I shouldn’t expect the same level of time and intimacy with them. That’s just a fact that I accept and think is only right. I just wish that one day I can find someone I feel comfortable enough not to pretend with…until then I’m ok :-).

Book meme thing…

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

In no particular order:
1984 by George Orwell
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Homecoming by Cynthia Voight
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Wolf Speaker by Tamora Pierce
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Girl From Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter
Anne of the Island by Lucy Maud Montgomery

An extra because I’m not sure if it counts since it’s a series (and a graphic novel):
The Sandman by Neil Gaiman