Hm. I automatically classified it under the category “Conversations with characters”. Not sure how I feel about that. Anyway.
Me: What the hell were you thinking, visiting a knitting blog?
Me: I like to knit. I need to start my Christmas knitting. And maybe finish the mittens I promised Mikey like…3 Christmases ago. And that 2T sweater I started for the short kid a long time ago…I wonder how radically I’d have to block that to make it a 6?
Me: You’re pathetic. You have a 62-year backlog of knitting projects. You don’t need anymore. And as for blogs? You can’t keep up with writing and reading blogs you already read. You’re not commenting worth a damn. You don’t need any more blogs to read.
Me: It’s…research! That’s it. Research. Lydia knits in The Widowmaker.
Me: That’s lame.
Me: You’re lame.
Me: No, you are.
Me: No, you are.
Me: Sometimes I really worry about us.
Anyway. RTB column goes up at 6am.
I usually try to put something worth reading up on my blog on RTB Day, because extra people usually stop by, but I’ve deleted four drafts already. Pretty much everything I’ve thought about has pissed me off today, so it was pretty much Rant #1, Rant #2, etc. I can’t summon the energy to rant right now. Or defend said rants right now. (You know, even if it wasn’t 12:11 in the morning. Which it is. Crap.)
(Edit: I used “usually” twice in the first sentence, and the phrase “pretty much” twice in the second sentence. That’s usually pretty much a no-no.)
Okay. Me, Myself and I are going to bed. To sleep. Perchance to dream. Or perchance to continue internal pissing match with self.
As long as you don’t talk Gollum speak – we wantsss it, preciousss, thievesss, they stole it, sniff – you’re in no danger to develop a second persona. :coffee:
Um, what’s the knitting blog? Sounds like a wonderful way to not write.
Don’t go there unless you’re prepared to be peeved with yourself later. :rofl: