This is the Story of a Girl

I was reading a fic earlier and one of the characters asked themselves, "How do you know you're in love?" And, instantly, I was taken back to the old days when, if you googled that exact phase, Corner of the World showed up on, like, the sixth page and some kid found it and then e-mailed me, asking how I knew all this stuff about love and would I help him.

I don't think I turn up anymore. But, that's probably a good thing since I never knew anything about being in love anyway.

I'm feeling maudlin and depressed.

Last night, it was super cold. Freezing cold. Cobbler, the moron, still wanted to go outside, albeit for brief periods. It was around eight-thirty when he started bugging me again, so I got up, opened the door...

And mean Black Cat comes running into the house, makes a beeline for my room (where Brycee is sleeping) and disappears. I was too afraid of starting a fight to go into my room and see where it went, so I just hung in the living room until bedtime. When I get in there, the Black Cat was huddled in my dresser drawer. Cobbler went over to sniff and it started hissing. Same with Brycee. Luckily, both my cats actually just left the Black Cat alone and let him stay.

I'm not entirely clear on what happened when it left. I *think* it started to panic when it waned back outside and I somehow got it out, but it was the middle of the night and I can't quite remember it. I also had to change PJs in the middle of the night, so, for all I know, I rousted the poor thing by digging for new clothes and then let it out. I haven't seen it today. I hope it's okay.

Brycee's pretty pissed a me. She's on me now, but she didn't even come out to eat when I got home.

My t key is wonky.

I have to go shopping for food and I don't wanna! And I almost ripped the heads off my kids today because PMS. And they were being dumb. But, mostly PMS because it was that irrational frustration that just kind of chokes me outta nowhere for no reason. And I was so good all morning, all patient and calm and just good.

I also need more shirts for school because all I want to wear is button down shirts. Not stretch shirts, like every single store around here sells, but just shirts. So, guy's shirt, which I bought, but I didn't try it on, so I just got one. And I have two more days of school.

*whines and stomps feet*

My muscles have turned to stone. *groans*

Went to see Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy 'cause it finally opened where I live. At one theater. I tend to get the movies earlier, and this time I got there about twenty minutes early. First, I go up to the theater and there are these two people freaking outside the door because, "It's playing right now and we don't want to see the end!" even though it doesn't start for another ten or so minutes and it was open for new viewers. The worker tried to explain it was the pre-show but (and I hate to say this, but) I think that because she had an accent, they jut didn't listen to what she was saying.

So, I blew past them, went inside...

And found almost every seat already taken by the over 45 crowd of Monterey (not that 45 is old, but I'm being generous and they were probably over 65).

I take a seat in the upper corner of the theater. Sit through the preshow (well, I read) and most of the trailers (had to run out to use the restroom). The movie starts. The first bit plays, then the opening credits and some guy walks in and sits next to me.

I get uncomfortable when strangers sit next to me in a movie because the heroine of my novel was abducted like that, but it probably was one of the only seats left.

And then, this total stranger leans over and says, "Did I miss anything?"

...

I almost didn't say anything, because I figured they'd show or reference or retell the beginning, but I gave him a quick summary and then went back to the movie. In the end, it was probably lucky he was there, though, because the people on the other side were talkers and I might have killed them without a buffer.

To the face. And chest.

Out of nowhere, I suddenly feel like absolute crap. Maybe I overdid it yesterday, walking around a gazillion places.

Happy New Year to all of my beloveds online and a few strangers.

Got through Christmas and my mom's birthday with only a few tears (all on my part, but I think I hid them well). Today I get to meet my teeny-tiny cousin (my counin's baby boy, born 4lbs and still itty bitty). Since I invited her over, I get to clean the house, which is no problem except I can't vacuum right now 'cause my sister's sleeping.

I drive home tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it because of how awful the drive down was. But, I miss my cats and my bed and being home.

Also good about being home is I'll have time and space to write. I mean, I could carve out a place to do it here, but it's just so much harder (she whines). I guess I'm not a real writer.