Alright, I did say I was going to stop blogging for a while, then immediately thought of a million good things to write about. The answer to this dilemma is simple- if you don't like what I've written, don't tell me. I don't want to hear it because, to reiterate an earlier point that was made, this is my blog, which means it is about me, which means that whatever I want to put on here is allowed to reflect my opinion and nobody is allowed to tell me it is or is not correct. Unless you want to tell me of my obvious literary genius, or the way a certain post made you think, don't tell me anything. And I'm sorry if this is a bit harsh and annoying and just generally egotistical, but this is kind of the way it has to be.
Moving on.
I am a victim of the four o'clock slump, complete with hunger pains. It's effects have steadily worsened for the past few weeks. It is unbearable.
My parents told me they were really glad I was finally in a good place. I told them I was also glad, and that I loved them.
After a particularly long car ride conversation with my dad, he said, "Katy, I know it isn't your job to make me happy, but you really have. Maybe you can go back on that later in life." My response? "Amen."
Goodnight moon is my new favorite book.
"But last night I looked up into
the dark half of the blue,
and they'd gone backwards."
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