One in a Million

Today I'm not going to blog about any of the million blogable topics I surprisingly have on hold up in my gray matter. Because lately I have been much too occupied with this:

to even think clearly enough about anything else.

Number one thing I want to do when I get home from work: sleep. Until I couldn't possibly sleep anymore.

Number one thing I actually do when I get home from work: not sleep. I try as hard as I can to keep myself far away from my bed or anything else remotely comfortable so I can stay awake and pack some more, possibly take another load to the new apartment, and then try to scrounge up something not too entirely random to eat for dinner.

I hope that once I am settled in my lovely new place I will find more energy to be productive. Blogwise and otherwise.

Moving is not my favorite.

Bye Bye

I am not ashamed to admit I have a blankie.

I am sad to inform you that I have now decided to bid farewell to said blankie.

I think he has had one too many stitch-ups and it is time to finally go.

Bye Blankie. You’ve served me well. You’ve protected me from spooky monsters in the closet. You made the best princess skirt ever with the help of a few safety pins and dad’s belt. You dutifully caught many tears shed from an emotional Julie on more than a few occasions. And you kept me warm and safe when all I needed was a good night’s sleep or a Sunday afternoon nap.

I’ll miss you Blankie, but I’ll keep part of you to remember you by.

Thanks for the snuggles.