First, I chopped off my hair. Yay! Here is a very sleepy picture of me with my new short hair.
I've been getting really irritated with social media lately, so I've been trying to stay away from Facebook and whatnot until it stops annoying me. Or at least until I can manage reading things on there without being filled with a bubbling rage. This is how Facebook makes me feel right now.
Okay, it's sort of a weird Western. AND THAT'S IT.
FINE. It's loosely based off of the outlaw known as the Kentucky Cannibal, who is a direct relative of mine that ran with the Henry Plummer gang. It's going to be so much fun to write. I get to do lots of research and delve into the history of my family. He's sort of a big deal in our family, and we always take pictures of his grave on Boot Hill whenever one of us goes to Virginia City.
I made pancakes this morning.
I ordered way too many beanbag chairs. Because writers are crazy and crazy writers have living rooms full of beanbag chairs. And also I didn't want to go into the city to buy chairs.
I've been in my pajamas since Thursday night.
I'm going to write now. This blog post makes no sense and I'm suddenly feeling like this weekend is way too quirky.