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Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Awesomely Luvvie

I am tired. I am damn tired. I am soooo damn tired! You just don't know. Even though I told y'all at least three times. And I'm not just repeating myself to up my word count. Especially since I'm so far behind on my fifty-K submission, the NaNoWriMo stat site suggests that if I keep up this pace, I might be done with my fifty thousand words sometime in late January. I'm hoping to rectify this situation tomorrow night at the NaNo writer's Eastbank meet-up, but I'm not holding my breath. Still, I got a couple of good stories and two blog posts out of the deal (this one included) so it's all good.

The reason I've been so lacking in vim and vigor lately is because I've foolishly agreed to work extra hours at the spa. This has got to be the worst possible time to do such a thing, but if my husband is willing to kill himself working two jobs, I can't very well refuse this form of suicide either, can I? I'm totally not typing that bitterly, by the way. As it is, I only have one day off this week, and I will be spending it chauffeuring my mother around the Westbank. The woman gave birth to me and put up with my shit for over eighteen years. I can give up one day out of my pathetic life to help her out.

I'm bringing her to this hellhole. Willingly. I think I've earned favorite child status, don't you?


I had been planning to forgo my usual Lazy Time post in exchange for a post about my experience at the awesome restaurant, Messina's at the Terminal. My husband and I went there for breakfast a few days ago, and I have to say, I was impressed with both the food and the ambiance. Not many things move me in life, but I guess food and architecture do.

I dare you not to be inspired by those majestic friezes. I fucking dare you.


Unfortunately, as previously mentioned, I am damn tired so damn tired, so I'll save that post for a later date. And now that I've read over this entire entry, I just realized I've typed just about as much as I would have had I kept to my original post. Huh. Oh well.

So in lieu of my Messina's post which was in lieu of my usual Lazy Time Reblog post, here's a Lazy Time Reblog post dedicated to Awesomely Luvvie, self proclaimed Wacky Wordsmith and Pop Culture PrimaDonna. After reading a good number of her posts, I have to proclaim it too. Her #50ShadesofShade live-tweet inspired me to do Doomtown Theater, but most importantly, the woman saved me from having to read Fifty Shades of Gray. God knows, I owe her a kidney for that alone. So, in honor of Luvvie, here's her #50ShadesofShade live-tweet reading of Fifty Shades. God have mercy on us all.

Don't forget to follow Luvvie on her blog, Awesomely Luvvie, as well as her twitter page and Facebook. And click those ads people. Show some love, and I'll send out some happy thoughts.

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