I’m using the UK spelling
when I remember to do so, because we recently flew back from England and my arms are so tired. Ha ha ha … #iamreallycorny
I can’t help but feel awesome, because I did everything on my list today. Yay!
I managed to do this, despite the trips the bathroom
, where I cried and listened to the screams in my head.
I focused on my tasks and chose to be a happy fool. And, amazingly, I got every stinking thing on my list done. Ahead of schedule, too. Wow! I took five minutes now and then to stare out the window and thank the Dalai Lama for the pizza joke lesson. Because it caused my epiphanies, and helped me become a happy fool. So, having said that, I decided I also deserved an extra one (or more) of these.
I even started my office cleaning project. Really!
One day at a time, one step at a time. Right?
BTW, here are some awesome photos of Ireland and Scotland.
I’m sorry. I lied. This isn’t Ireland. It’s the Atlanta airport. Tonee the awesome pianist was nice enough to sing “Happy Birthday” to moi. Tonee is a really cool guy, who’s worked on cruise ships and been to like 187 countries. I think. I can’t quite remember the number, because I was so tired, drugged and tortured
and the screaming in my head wouldn’t stop. #dystonia
And there was also Natalia, who had a
Hitler device Kindle. I think I may have mentioned my blog and Smashwords, but now I’m not sure, but at least I didn’t say anything stupid like, “Download away!” Ha ha ha … #iamfoolish
Now, this is Dublin. The city of James Joyce. I hoped to read Ulysses before I got here. I didn’t, of course. Ha ha ha … But I will. Eventually. I’ve read War and Peace, so I’m sure I can do Ulysses standing on my proverbial head.
I meant the building and the flowerpots. My husband probably was focusing on the motorbike, too. Ha ha ha … Joking, of course. #iamfoolish
Speaking of motorbikes, Caren Kennedy and I and my husband got to talking about them in the lobby of the Davenport Hotel, where we stayed in Dublin. Her cute little daughter A’isha was there, too, but didn’t make into the picture.
Notice the way I’m squeezing my gimpy hand between my thighs? This isn’t for erotic pleasure. Honest! It’s to alleviate the non-stop torture.
Too bad it doesn’t really work, huh? Ha ha ha … #iamfoolish
How about that cover?
And here’s the trailer!
Most awesome. Yay, Louise.
This was in Glasgow. I think. I couldn’t get inside, so I don’t know if it was a real TARDIS or not. Ha ha ha … #iamfoolish
This is in Dublin. And this is the worst travelogue I’ve ever written. Seriously, you’d think I was drunk. But I’m totally sober. Really! I’m just too
gimpy grateful overwhelmed busy to sort out all the fucking photos, okay?
This is in Edinburgh. I know, because I verified that while writing this post. And we climbed 287 mutherfucking steps to get to the top and have that photo taken. And I thought I’d fucking die. But I didn’t. And that’s the whole point.
talk write more about the awesome Paul later.
Meanwhile, here’s a tune from Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar that we all can enjoy!
Thanks, Paul! *waving*
More to come … I
threaten promise you. Ha ha ha … #iamfoolish