...can wind my balls.†
Blogging is much harder when you have a hundred cool things to blog and you can't blog them because Christmas is coming and that person for whom you're knitting the cashmere vibrator cosy% reads or may read your blog so you can't blow^ the whole thing by showing your goodies^ right on the Innernets.
[SUMMARY: Victim of the fish bowl.]
Blogging is also much harder when you want to vent, to bitch, to snark and snipe and you know people who read the blog will take it badly.‡
I knew this day would come.
I just erased two hours' worth of writing$ because I can't adequately explain my feelings without the very probable possibility of pissing someone off I don't actually want to piss off.
[SUMMARY: Victim of... well, still a victim of the fish bowl.]
I can't tell you how badly I don't want to go to Thanksgiving with my extended family.
Tani, eBeth, Brother... this has NOTHING to do with any of you.
I tried my best to be in Houston for Thanksgiving.§
That isn't going to happen.
I also didn't get laid last night,¶ so I'm feeling a little grumpy.#
[SUMMARY: Dwarves. All seven of 'em.]
And maybe not fit for human consumption.
[SUMMARY: Stating the obvious.]
I bet tomorrow will be better.
Not to go all Pollyanna†† on you, but there may be pictures of yarn and we all know that makes everything better.
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Note the clever juxtaposition of knitting terminology with dirty thinking.
^FOOTNOTE (careted): BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am *so* twelve.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): This is purely hypothetical. The actual vibrator cosy is merino/silk. *rimshot* I'm twelve and I think I'm funny.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): And by "you," I mean "me."
$FOOTNOTE (moneyed): You're welcome. Seriously. You have enough to think about in your own world without hearing my view on pies and competitive cell phoning.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Which may give you some gauge on how desperate I am for an excuse. No, thank you for asking, but I don't believe I can back out of family Thanksgiving without a damned good excuse.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Anticipation, thou art a bitch.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): And there's ample reason NOT to be grumpy, since Soldier Boy did call to tell me he brought me a present. You may not want to speculate too wildly on what a present from Iraq might look like. Then again, it's you... go ahead and speculate. Knock yourself out.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Not the cool east/west needles-of-doom type, either. The delusionally peppy and optimistic Hayley Mills movie type.