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It's hard to post every day...
Feb. 3rd, 2014 04:56 pm... when you essentially have nothing to say. I'd love to be one of those bloggers who can write long and intelligent essays on whatever subject pops into their minds, but I'm not, so there seems little point in wishing it were otherwise.
The problem is that I don't lead an exciting enough life to warrant updating every day. Since the last time I updated, for instance, all I did was work (and even if that was interesting, which it's not, I can't talk about it anyway), then sleep, then get up and shower and pack my bags.
Exciting, am I right?
It's easier on days when I'm home. On those days other things happen, Bean does funny stuff (I really need to start noting these things, so I can have them for posterity), we go out and run errands and go to birthday parties and generally lead a more adventurous existence.
I don't know. For people still reading this (and I know there's a handful), is there anything in particular you'd like me to talk about? Maybe I just need prompting, a little bit like fanfiction. Anyone? Bueller?
Anyway, it's time for me to finish packing in order to head back to Montreal. I shall conclude with another fannish sentiment: I am developing a wholly inappropriate crush on Peter Capaldi. I hope that his Doctor Who commitments won't keep him away from The Musketeers, which is proving highly enjoyable so far. Is it me, or are English-speakers WAY more obsessed with Dumas' story than the French? It's perplexing.
The problem is that I don't lead an exciting enough life to warrant updating every day. Since the last time I updated, for instance, all I did was work (and even if that was interesting, which it's not, I can't talk about it anyway), then sleep, then get up and shower and pack my bags.
Exciting, am I right?
It's easier on days when I'm home. On those days other things happen, Bean does funny stuff (I really need to start noting these things, so I can have them for posterity), we go out and run errands and go to birthday parties and generally lead a more adventurous existence.
I don't know. For people still reading this (and I know there's a handful), is there anything in particular you'd like me to talk about? Maybe I just need prompting, a little bit like fanfiction. Anyone? Bueller?
Anyway, it's time for me to finish packing in order to head back to Montreal. I shall conclude with another fannish sentiment: I am developing a wholly inappropriate crush on Peter Capaldi. I hope that his Doctor Who commitments won't keep him away from The Musketeers, which is proving highly enjoyable so far. Is it me, or are English-speakers WAY more obsessed with Dumas' story than the French? It's perplexing.