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(Side effects may include: bigger stomach, bigger ass, those arm flab thingies that your gramma had, and the grande delusion that a couple endorphins brought on by a temporary sugar high can make up for a lifelong dopamine imbalance.)

I want to build a homeless shelter with a food pantry and a clothes closet.

I want to build a barn with a couple horses in it.

I want to build a photography studio.

I want to gut my kitchen/dining room and bathroom and build brand new.

Unfortunately, all I have to build with is a tote full of Legos.

Do you see me?

Are you sure?

Because I feel much, much bigger on the inside than I look like on the outside.

Like the wardrobe on Narnia? That has a back door that opens into a whole ‘nother secret world?

Yeah, I feel like that.

I filled out a job application last week. On paper? I suck hairy sweaty ass.

It’s just a job in a kitchen, but it’s a job.

I just know there’s someone out there willing to pay me a decent wage. I just haven’t found them yet.

I had an open house at the Chrome Horse tonight. Four people, two sales, one potential party. Had a very busy day getting ready for it. I’ll do it again, but next time I’ll send an email out in addition to the Facebook event. I forget some people don’t check their social media as often as I do. ;)

You may or may not be interested to know that I may or may not have been working on a post that I may or may not plan on putting up Friday that you may or may not be interested in.

I just forced all of you to choose NOT just then, didn’t I?

I want to want to write.

But when I sit down to write, I just feel guilty.

Like a kid on the swings at the playground with a backpack full of homework.