Ri O'Laughlin: Snarksmith * Pie Aficionado * Social Web Wrangler * Indie Music Fan * Blog Publishing Addict * Passable Site Designer * Ostensible Freelance Writer * Master in the Timeless Art of Housework Avoidance * Vociferous Advocate of Excessive Understatement.…but, I am holiday frazzled, worn out, slightly sad, totally disorganized and currently suffering through gluten and sugar withdrawal. (More on that later…) I’ll be back one of these days, but I thought I’d pop in to say hello.Y’know – have a cuppa. Visit. So, how ’bout you? Survive December, did you? Get anything good? …
Because really – I’ve BEEN to therapy. And I’m pretty sure that in my case, the money would have been better spent on music. (It does, afterall, “hath charms to sooth the savage breast”. Yes, I said “breast”, not “beast”. Read your Congreve, people – really.) So anyway, as I find myself in yet ANOTHER…
…or alternately titled, “Damn, I Miss the Old ME!” —————————————— Note: I’ve liberally peppered Jimmy Buffett songs throughout this post. Yes, I am and have always been a proud Parrothead. The lyrics just always fit, so obviously he understands me. ——————————————- I have always been a “Beach Girl”. Grew up in a city with “Beach”…
It’s a beautiful day outside, which is most welcomed after the torrential tornado-spawning thunderstorms that blew through here last night. Sunshine and a crystal blue sky with nary a cloud in sight. Perfect day for opening the windows and sweeping out cobwebs, dust…and the cloud of “dull” that has hovered over me the past few…