Maybe just a half a drink more… Ah man. I’m listening to Jessica Simpson’s Christmas Album. (Yes, I heart Jess) Why oh why did Jess and Nick breakup? “Baby It’s Cold Outside” just isn’t the same knowing they didn’t make it. I thought they were the real ones. I thought, I thought they were the Reese and Ryan of the music world. Ahem.

Of course the Britney song “My Only Wish This Year” makes me smile. Maybe her and Justin are meant to be after all?

CHRISTMAS MUSIC! BRING IT ON!!! Why now? Well…

You see, I was feeling uninspired with the writing, I made it through the “dare” scene in the pool hall. And well, that was only 1,000 some words and I need oh, at least 4,000 more. I headed over to my music. Maybe music will help me write? But nothing, Ron? How are you not inspiring me? And Jackdaw? Well they make me want to drink…mmm. Drink.

DRINK! Linda and Rhonda brought a delicious bottle of Sangria to the BTTF party, and 3/4’s of it still sits in the refrigerator, but not for long!

MUSIC! (Most of it I copied on CD and sold off last year…)
I wander to the basement (Not writing.) And find darkness. Back upstairs to try the light switch again. Darkness. Back upstairs to fetch the flashlight. Ahhh. Both of our light fixtures…are without bulbs? My landlord *who lives upstairs* must be a lightbulb thief 😉 Back upstairs to grab some lightbulbs. And there was light! And many Chirstmas boxes. D’oh! (Why DO I put away the Christmas music every year, I know I want it in early November) I make it through 5 boxes (I only have 8 boxes, not bad for a singleton like myself who is obsessed with PENGUINS and SNOW!)

And now, a very large glass of Sangria later, and Jessica Simpson sounds floating in the air (and Mark at Don’s house talking comic book inking etc…he has posted 100 new pics of his drawings here!) I am content. And singing loudly. AND WRITING. Ok, more singing. Loudly. Like I am on stage and with blond curls and DD’s and dating John Mayer. Only much better.

Let’s see where this word count goes! Next scene: Accidental Skinny Dipping.  (I am writing anything that comes to mind, not necessarily in any one particular project.)

UPDATE: CAUGHT!!!

I was rounding the corner from the middle room (where the computer is) to the Sangria Room (where the kitchen is) singing “Rockin around the Christmas tree…” when BAM! Who shall appear from around thee pillars of the living room? My beloved.

Bottle of Sangria on the table and full glass in hand. I look at my Mark and say “I like Christmas?”

And looking down at the wine and all the CD’s and hearing the loud music in the other room, he says..

“I guess so!”

Music is now at half mass. And singing is well, squashed. (I am only on stage when alone.)