The Evening of Blah
This evening is feeling very Blah. I have projects I could be doing, scrapbooking, sorting christmas stuff, sewing, but I don’t want to. I have a book to read, but frankly it is boring me and I’m only finishing it so I know how it ends (Shame to see such a hash made out of russian folklore). I don’t want to read it right now unless I can read while luxuriating with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Albertson’s sells a chocolate almond fudge which ranks as my current favorite ice cream. I can go through a half gallon of that stuff in two days or less. It is probably needless to say, but we don’t have any.
On an only marginally related subject, I’ve discovered a problem with my “Griping” icon. When I get ready to post a frustrated or whiney entry I slap that picture on it. Then I look at the picture and think how wonderful it was for Rowyn to make it for me. And I end up thinking happy thoughts about friends and I don’t feel so gripey anymore. This is usually a good thing unless I WANT to be gripey and whiney and then I feel grumpy about being made to feel better. I think my head is a strange place to live in sometimes.