... and all through my house, we watched hockey, football and went to bed early. no fireworks.
'net is all fixed now so i am free to waste as many hours playing around here as i want and don't have to pick through the dust and ashes in my brain for passwords to sites i usually login automatically, like updating this. imagine my surprise when i did the email thing to get the password and it was something so obvious that i shouldn't have forgotten it. doh!
too tired to hit the bottle because work sucked away my will to live. month end is always bad but when it's year end, too, it's four times as bad. but the work will still be there friday. had serious thoughts of not going back to work and writing full time and actually attempting to get published. then i got over that. even if i thought i was a good writer, i haven't got that kind of ambition. my passion is the craft of words and characters, not a spot on a bestseller list, which only means books are getting bought, not that they're getting read or that they're any good. i guess that's why i don't mind putting my stuff on the internet. maybe i'll attempt to get my detective stories up on my site too. of course, i have to stop writing them in my head and actually write them.
sleep for me now. no alarm. don't drink and drive, and if you do, don't get caught.