The Muse Muses
(7:35 P.M. – 7:44 P.M. US Central Time/Downtown Library)
Well, I left to go home to eat and pick up my hoodie. I knew that it’d get cool as the sun set. I still need to get on with writing my paper. I’ve collected tons of data, but I don’t have all of it yet. I want to get on with the typing of the paper. Mostly, I wanted to be out of the house. I was going to go to the park and write my first draft, but I didn’t. I ate Cinnamin Rasin English muffins and read Born Confused in my bedroom while basking in the cool/hot breeze created by my fan and the heater. I checked Born Confused out again a few days ago.
I was so glowy happy that Eynar called me his Muse last night when I talked to him on the phone. I was bleaming for dear life that I thought my face might crack. He always comes to me with writing projects and asks my opinion on the way things should be worded or help with a prespective. It makes me feel wanted and adored and a great writer chock full of writer wisdom.
It was good talking to him last night since we could never seem to get it together. I sent him an email earlier today along with the link to my journal so he could stop by for a read. He replied back and said that he was going to check it (my journal) out. Cool.
Anyway, I am going to go write the entry that I intend to post tomorrow addressing Lytewyng.
Danielle
Bra companies don’t understand what a pain they are to the female population. I’m always having issues with underwires because every company makes them different sized even for the same cup. I went to victoria’s out of sheer frustration and it was an amazing experience at their store. Like I walked in, said my approximate bra size and they pulled out this drawer full of sample bras of every style offered in that size. I could try them on before bying them. That was great. I recommend it to everyone.
Anyhow, do you have to cook food relating to Texas’ history? If not you could always do Shepherds Pie (Ireland) or Poutine (Canada… I lived there for awhile). Poutine is probably easiest out of the two.
In society women will always be second fiddle. Guys have this thing about having their ego’s stroked. It’s dumb.