I’m trying to hard to avoid reading anything about the election today.  I paid attention, I was thoughtful, I spent time determining the best choice for me, I voted.  I figure that until we have a true result, paying any more attention than necessary is just a form of torturing myself.  Since I wouldn’t dip myself in a vat of boiling oil or put on the thumb screws, it’s time to detach for a little bit. 

STILL working on those bloody poems — I do realize that I’m officially at work but it’s a slow day.  Honestly, some days trying to write is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone.  I’m lucky if I can change one word, add a space somewhere.  I think this is why I tend to get frustrated and let myself stop writing.  It seems like every other writer I know has a much easier time actually putting words on paper, like they can actually just let things flow rather than agonizing over every single little thing.

Me being me, I’ve already started tossing around ideas for the wedding.  I know, I know, we don’t have a date or anything.  But seriously, I could be happy planning for years although I won’t so as not to disappoint Jesse and anyone hoping to come see us.  I’m definitely still wedded (oh man, I kill me) to the idea of having cupcakes, maybe with a very small single-tier cake to cut.  We’re definitely thinking Oregon at this point.  Other than that, I think Jesse’s decided that he wants to dress like he’s in Reservoir Dogs and I want to do things with a vintage feel  — we’ll see how those two elements mesh as we actually start seriously planning!The one other thing I know for certain is that I don’t want to wear a veil, but a fascinator, like one of these perhaps.  Good thing there’s always Etsy for a less-traditional feel!