Thanksgiving...

As I have been feeling rather in a state of discontent and irritability, Thanksgiving looms just around the corner - Note to self: Stop brooding. Breathe.

I am thankful that I live near family and have the ability to take advantage of precious time that so many may not get.

I am thankful for good friends. Though they may be few and far away, they are only a call or prayer away.

I am thankful for my boyfriend, who is the most wonderful, patient, kind, and goofy man I know. ...And I am thankful that he loves me.

I am thankful that I am employed and LIKE my boss, job, and workplace/employer.

I am thankful for the rediculous number of pairs of shoes that live in my closet (and floor and car and...).

Hey... who said we can only be thankful for the "important" things.

I'm writing a book!

Well, I'm actually finally compiling a book of my creative work over the years and finally found a way to get it published!  So, now I just have to actually sit down and finalize any changes to any works and then organize it and add fillers and decide if and where I want artwork in it.  I'm almost excited about it!

(well, I'd be totally excited about it except the Valium hasn't quite worn off from my lab test this morning - I still don't do needles well...)

I just can't help it...

I try to keep things short and simple, but they never stay that way. How does a simple, tiny, finite, single thought turn into a million-miles-a-minute-hardly-coherent-well-maybe-totally-incoherent-random ramble? See, there I go again. Somehow, the fascination with and need for (I can legitimately be classified as obsessive-compulsive and anal-retentive) finding exactly the precise, exact, most appropriate description ends up uncensored and excessively more elaborate that most (read: "normal") people find droll and boring on top of utterly confusing and thereby irritating.

*sigh*

What's a (overly-articulate-while-at-the-same-time-always-searching-for-a-better-word-and-thereby-ruining-any-otherwise-good-story) girl to do?