To be honest I'm tired, weak, and I haven't felt anything close to "healthy" in quite a while. Plus today is my mothers birthday and I have no idea what to get her, even now. Thankfully if I do see her today it won't be until mid-afternoon, so if I want to find something today I still have the chance. Right now I just want to curl up and continue my slow descent to Hell. That said, I'm glad today is a day when I can just tell you the things I've already done, rather than try and come up with something new to do. Which I'll have to do by tomorrow. Drat and blast.
Last Tuesday I talked about giving, and how I in fact often give too much. Often to the wrong people as well actually. I put other people ahead of myself all the time, and will go really far out of my way to do something for someone. I've been used a lot, sure, but I still do it. It's part of what makes me, me. If I let some bastards ruin my awesome for other people, then it's just not fair on the other people now is it?
Wednesday I kind of talked about honesty. What actually happened is that I took a leaf out of Leah's book and posted 20 things that I wish I could say. It was mostly depressing stuff, interspersed with a bit of mushy stuff.
Thursday was the latest, and last in the current series, of my podcasts with Bersercules. We hope to get at least one more recorded by this Thursday, and it would be nice if it became a more permanent thing. Only time will really tell though. As per usual I can't really remember what we talked about, but Bersercules enjoyed it, and so did pretty much everyone else who listened.
Friday I posted the long awaited interview between myself and Kbbuddingwriter. Well, what actually happened is that I got seriously lazy/unmotivated/generally depressed and didn't edit anything and just posted him saying the questions I sent him and answering them. It was generally well received by everyone but Kb who wanted some things edited out. I'm not going to censor anyone though.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Saturday I posted another part in my story. I pulled a major dick move though and ended on a cliffhanger. Don't worry though you won't have to wait until Saturday for the next part. I'll probably post it as soon as I've rewritten it. God damn rewrites. I also possibly did some retconning, but I think I got away with it. It's not as big a retcon as Harry Potter. See in the fifth book he can see the horses that pull the carriages. These horses can only be seen by people who have witnessed death. Here's the odd thing though. He could see them in his fifth year because he saw someone die in the fourth book. BUT he couldn't see them at the end of the fourth book, when the carriages took them back to the train. Furthermore he should have been able to see them anyway because he saw at the very least his mother die. I'm not sure if he saw his father die but his mother died right there in front of him trying to protect him. Again, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Feel free to correct me on my logic here.
Sunday because I was tired I took a request from Althea and posted a video of Scottish comedian Kevin Bridges. He's a hilarious guy but he does have a pretty think accent that can be tough to get if you aren't familiar with it. Still worth a listen though, he's a damn funny guy.
Well I did indeed as per usual write more than I intended to. Though that was mostly due to my slight rant there about Harry Potter. I'm sure it's not the only plot hole in there. Ginny looking disturbingly like Harry's mum is hardly a plot hole though, nor is Dumbledore's brother shagging goats. Just really disturbing things.