Withdrawl.

     I have a dog. His name is Casper.  It has been 23 days since I have seen my baby. He's been with me since he was a puppy two years ago and I want him RIGHT NOW. I miss my dog. Only six more days and then I can see my baby again.
     You know, out of everything I could miss about West Virginia it's my dog that I miss the most and am pinning to see. Sure. I miss my mother. Sure, I miss my brother.  Sure, I miss my many books. Sure, I miss my cat Spice. I love Spice, but she's a cat and makes me sneeze. Sure, I miss my horses, Patriot and Zip. Sure, I miss my friends.  But out of all that, I miss my dog. I want to see my dog. I want to hug my dog and I want to yell at my dog because I know he's going to lick me despite how much I hate being licked. I miss my dog.

        How could you not miss this handsome yellow lab? This faithful companion? This magnificent creature that he is! (Photo Credited to Suzanne Dye)
   Anyway, I read a new book. Fixing Delilah by Sarah Ockler.  It was fantastic. I read it all day. Literally. I started reading at 11 a.m. and finished reading around 11 p.m. Seriously, it's a good book. If you're into Sarah Dessen like novels that it is, then you should definitely pick it up.

Twenty Days.

     That's how many days it's been since I last posted.  I suppose I should feel bad, but I just haven't had anything to write about.  I said I read a lot during the summer and I do, but this summer is different.  This summer I've been reading stories from the internet that young aspiring authors have written. And I must tell you, I'm impressed.

     Some of the writers are very good at it and can obviously do a wide variety of genres.  I'm in awe of them, and then I see shit.  Just absolute shit that some people try to pass on as work.  And I suppose I should take mercy on them because they are novice, but I feel none.  When you have a finese for something you have it and when you don't you don't.

P.S. Don't mix sleep aids and alcohol.  JUST DON'T.

Five Chapters In.

     Five chapters in and I still don't know what to think of Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James.  I'm pretty particular when it comes to spinoffs of previous works. And when it comes to Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy I am uber particular.  They are possibly my favorite couple from a book and I want their essense to be exactly like it should be.  And I can't tell if P.D. James has accomplished that or not.
     Alas, it is a murder mystery of some sort so it is to be expected that things are not as they seem and characters are not as they should be, but still don't mess with Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.  The author seems to put a lot of useless information into the story, I'm worn out just trying to sort out everything she has included.  And believe me it is a lot.  And it's only been five chapters! I can't begin to imagine how the next... damnit.  This is one of those books where they restart the counting of the chapters because there are parts to the book. 
     Yes, I know how ironic that is for me to say because the same thing happens in Pride and Prejudice.

3 A.M.

     It's three in the morning here on the eastern side of the country and I should be sleeping.  I tried sleeping, apparently it didn't agree with me tonight. 

     I'm a slight insomniac you see.  Sleep hasn't been a very easy thing to achieve or maintain these last couple of years for me.  So I tell myself stories.  Usually stories that originate from a book or television show that I eventually make my own.  And thus sleep never comes because I get myself to caught up in my own story.  I hate that.  I just want to sleep, but no.  I'm on here. And previously Facebook.  And I'm trying to add some photos from King's Island to my virtual collection on my computer, but it's making me reinstall everything for some God awful reason. sigh.  I'll show you all some once I get everything sorted out.

    Oh!  I'm flying out for rest and relaxation on the ninth! That's a lie.  I'm probably not going to get to rest or relax because I have an adorable little cousin who wants to play with me all the time... Oh well, I don't mind.  I love her so it's okay.  But after a week I'm flying to Texas for two weeks, halleluiah! I miss my home state.  It holds my heart.