Gray skies

I was given this random Tuesday off from work and, as many days-off begin, I had set several goals to tackle by dusk. And here it is, after 3pm and I am sitting in (almost) the same clothes in which I awoke. I could blame my lack of activity on the cold, gray afternoon. I mean, honestly, what type of crazy, over-motivated person likes to DO stuff when it's gross outside? [TANGENT: Am I the only one who finds it easier to get going on days that are beautiful? Great weather is truly inspiring.] Sadly, before the end of the day I'm going to have to do more than start a load of laundry to feel accomplished. Uggh. I suppose it can start with showering...and flipping the laundry to the dryer.

Appropriate and ironic for the gray, boring, nothingness that is making up my day...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw7UUUnCPio&feature=BF&list=FLISTTY3-BJ3c&index=1

I finished the book I bought for a $1 at the library. Although I'm pretty sure it may be considered a "young-adult fiction novel" (which would explain me finishing it so quickly) it was loaded with fantastic writing and interesting characters. John Green might be one of my new favorite authors. Also, in my belated defense, the Harry Potter novels are also considered "young adult fiction"** and they are long and ridiculously complicated.

Before I go on to salvage my day I have a story to tell. Let me preface this by saying Adam and I do super mushy, lovey stuff all the time but we're also rather juvenile and play-fight when we get bored. During an aggressive play-fight session last night I accidentally punched Adam in the face and made his nose bleed. Yes, you CAN accidentally punch someone in the face, if you don't believe me...cause it happened. I felt SO VERY terrible and started to freak out and cry which caused Adam to laugh. For the record, I never meant to connect on the punch, I just wanted to get close and make him flinch. Adam didn't flinch, not even a little. I'm lucky to have a man that, despite hemorrhaging from his face, is able to dry my tears and comfort ME, his attacker. "It's a good thing you hit like a girl", he said then he kissed me on my head.






















** How I know from experience the HP novels are young-adult fiction: In the early stages of my HP-fandom (and even a little bit now), I was a closeted Harry-lover. I was NOT out and I was hardly proud. I did NOT want to be associated with the crazies that dressed up and went to book/movie releases. Thank goodness for online shopping because I managed to buy books 1-6 as a set, shipped discretely in a simply brown box. Of course, as any HP fan knows, there are SEVEN novels so I was forced to buy the final book...in PUBLIC. I searched Barnes and Nobel's fiction section for a good 10 minutes but found nothing. Oh Lord, I thought, I'm gonna have to ASK where to find it. So I found the least-judgmental-looking employee who pointed me over to the children section. I vaguely remember mumbling something about "...a present for my niece..." and got out of there as soon as I could. PS. The search was worth it. The books are amazing.