When I try to sleep, stuff comes to me. I could be thinking about my sister and her new boyfriend and suddenly the evolution of thanksgiving comes to me, then blogging, and then back to suppressing trying to plan a cross country road trip because I will totally suck the fun out of it...and then back to blogging.
When people ask me what I do, I call myself a writer. I don't know why I do that, because there is so much evidence to the contrary, but random ideas come to me and stories are created. Maybe writer isn't a good word...storyteller is closer. So welcome to my storytelling world....
I'll get back to you about that whole evolution of thanksgiving thing; I'm ignoring my boyfriend at the moment.
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