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Jan
10
Tired
Posted in blog, grumpy as fuck, sorta ranty, wah, whining
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Sort of ironic that this week’s blog topic on Word Whores is about time, since that seems to be the one thing I just don’t have enough of. I hesitate to use the word burn-out to describe my feelings at the moment, but there it is. And it seems silly to talk about it sometimes – there’s always someone who has it harder. But then I read articles like this and I begin to wonder at just what it is that I am doing. I mean, no, I don’t want to raise my kids that way…but I do feel as though I’m doing them a bit of a disservice with the way things are going. Some days I feel so utterly wrapped up in my own doings and constantly trying to catch up with everything that I cannot help but think they’re going to look back years from now and think…
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Jul
26
…and More Clothes I Will Never Be Able To Wear.
Posted in costumes, gypsy, wah
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But damn, I *do* love me some bowler hats. Fascinating stuff, to be sure. Not remotely practical. And yet I’m sitting here making grabby fingers. Gypsy Moon…
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