Balloon dreams.

I'm currently wrapped in a blanket over my fluffy, warm robe over my pajamas because DON'T WORRY, IT'S STILL WINTER. Check back in four months and it will STILL be winter. Just in time for winter to come again.


Winter, winter. Winter. 

If I say winter out loud enough times, it stops sounding like a real word. 

I don't even remember what it was like to not be winter. Game of Thrones has been warning us for, like, two years that winter is coming. Is this what they meant? Could they have been a little more clear? Something like, "Winter is coming. Forever. GOOD LUCK WITH ALL THAT." Maybe to lessen the blow they could stop killing all our favorite characters, too. God. 

Speaking of Game of Thrones, I've been trying with all my might to finish the third book in the Song of Ice and Fire series for what feels like 32 years, which, if you've been paying attention, is my entire life. I haven't yet watched the third season, and am determined to finish the book before watching it and starting the upcoming season and YES THE RED WEDDING WAS ALREADY SPOILED FOR ME, INTERNET. 


I think it's also pertinent to tell the internet I've spent the last three days working on a super secret arts and crafts project for my someone special. You might know him, shhhh. Thing is, I'm not crafty. Looking at Pinterest makes me hyperventilate. But I came across this idea and it made my heart swell and I had to make it happen. I've never spent so much time in a JoAnn Fabrics store. May I never spend so much time there again. I desperately want to show you, people of the internet, this project, but it's still on lock down until further notice. Just think of what you have to look forward to now! I do what I can for you.

So, what else? I'm currently watching the Olympics, which is more or less a death match. It's like if the Winter Olympics were the Hunger Games, only instead of killing each other, they all just kill themselves sliding down mountains and slides at 72 mph on toothpicks.


My mom used to be all, "No, no. Stop running so far. You're going to die." Imagine if I came home one day with a new hobby of skeleton. Or, apparently, a sport where we cross country ski and then stop intermittently to shoot at targets because sport. Or! Luging whilst laying atop another luger. Luger? Is that a word? I don't know, but these athletes are superhuman. Or out of their minds. 

The Winter Olympic Games: Athletes trying hard not to die since 1924. 

I love this shit.

In case you were wondering, I had an absolutely wonderful birthday. I am loved by a whole lot of fantastic people. Makes turning another year older pretty neat. I even showed up at work to an office full of balloons. My dream came true. 

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Don't give up on your dreams, people. Balloons are real.