Not Worth the Wait.

by Alexa on December 1, 2010

Less than an hour ago, I had decided not to post today after all. I had good reasons, too—plenty of them:

1. It was 11 o’ clock, which is practically midnight.

2. I haven’t finished the redesign. I’m still busy massaging my curly brackets (though the lovely header image created by the lovely ladies at Shatterboxx IS finished, and looks smashing, if I do say so myself).

3. Simone has pneumonia and Mad Coughing Asthma and I’ve been too busy running the christless nebulizer to write anything.

4. I wanted my first re-entry entry to be explain the new site and such. It’s hard to explain things you haven’t gotten around to creating yet.

5. I also wanted there to be ruminating, insightful ruminating on my Realizations. I’m too tired now to ruminate on any topic save possibly snacks.

See? Excellent reasons, all.
Obviously, however, I changed my mind, because here I am. Writing. If you can call it that. Typing, at least. I have reasons for this, too:

1. I miss you.

2. You people will kill me if I don’t post something soon.

3. One of my prime ruminating subjects was going to be perfectionism—it’s the reason for most of the changes to my Internet Weblog, it’s the reason I’m planning to write here every weekday from now on. It seems inauspicious to start my Crusade Against Perfectionism by not posting because everything isn’t perfect just yet.

4. This will be practice, practice at posting something really awful. And practice makes…oh, hell.

5. I feel the need to tell you all that you don’t have enough blankets, and the sooner I tell you, the more likely it is that I can spare you undue suffering. For all I know, you might be so busy feeling smug about having TWO waterproof sheets—an extra!—that you aren’t even thinking about the fact that the sum of your household’s blankets is, sadly, only exactly equal to its parts (its parts being one down comforter, one full-sized quilt, one ratty fleece throw, one throw-sized quilt, one thick flannel sheet that you technically shouldn’t even be counting because it’s a SHEET, for god’s sake). Three rounds of projectile cough-puking in one night (with no stomach flu!) is something that—like the Spanish Inquisition—no one expects, it’s true, but this is how a person ends up sleeping curled on a loveseat with only the aforementioned ratty fleece throw for warmth. You don’t think to buy blankets because it seems impossible that a child would vomit once (casualties: waterproof sheet #1, down comforter), and then later vomit again (waterproof sheet #2), before proceeding to vomit one final time (full-sized quilt, thick flannel sheet, mattress), probably out of spite. But I assure you that it IS possible. So buy some blankets, is what I’m saying. Before it’s too late.

6. I can’t remember my sixth reason, but I’ve come this far. If I don’t post this, the time I spent ~~writing~~ typing it will have been wasted, and that was time I could have been using to drink and play Sudoku.

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