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Told y'all i was gonna bump like this...

Time is moving swiftly along. March already!! Wow!!!! Am not ready!

Since I got back from Vegas, I've been dragging. I literally come home and go straight to bed, although last night I finished the latest Elizabeth George Believe the Lie and then went to bed. I couldn't put it down actually, I think this is one of her best works yet and I think I have read almost all of them. I mean most of the time, I can usually tell where a novel is going to end but this had so many plot twists and turns that I wasn't sure what was going to happen. It was really well done. Some of her books have actually been made into movies but as much as I love the characters and I cry for them and with them, I just couldn't bear to watch it on screen. In fact, I generally don't like watching movies made from books I've read, unless it's a frothy light book and even then I get mad when they change stuff around.


So yeah, i've been dragging and my house is an untoward mess. Yes, I had to quickly look up that definition to see if i was using the word right. I think i am. It's a disaster and 3/4 and my cousin is coming in for a brief stay on Monday. I am a bit stressed because I work long ass hours and I have to get my guest bath ready now! I made all sorts of lists but am so tired that the thought of shopping is not even moving me at all.

I did find a great remedy for my artwork of the other day. It's an awesome solution and I can't wait to try it out sometime this weekend. 



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