I haven’t really been able to write in my blog much these past two days, and there’s stuffs to write about! For example, the awesome day at Morton Arboretum or the dinner at Jimmy’s Charhouse…but I just haven’t been able to get around to it. Yeah, I know it seems like I’m getting around to it now, but compared to other posts I’ve written about, both amazing and mundane, I feel like this one is gonna lack.
Since most of you were there with me on Saturday, I guess it’s okay to say that we all know it was a fantabulous day and I hope to be able to do stuff like that again some time. Even if I am a speed walker, and even if me Da is now Tick Boy.
Some part of me thinks it’s once again the Gilmore Girls’ fault. I’ve started watching the series over ‘cuz I think it’s been a year or so, and well, despite having a plethora of television to watch again…I still find some kind of comfort in hanging out in Star’s Hollow.
I finished reading Y: the Last Man and should the movie become a reality, I would totally go and see it.
And that’s about all I feel capable of writing. How sad would it be if my writer’s block in fiction started to mess with my blog writing ability?
Oh yeah — I’m three months home. How weird is that?