I finally, finally have a week off from DayJob. The last time I was off was in January and I’m pretty much clawing my own eyes out.
I have few plans — I’m trying to keep it that way, so I can get a handle on this whole “relaxing” thing. I give myself a day, two at most, before I’m bored of vegging and back to scribbling. But in the meantime I’m going to do my best to do nothing.
Tomorrow I’m off for some overnight camping (camping used in the sense of a trailer with plumbing; you will not catch me sleeping on the ground, ever. Ew). We’ll be in the middle of nowhere, just us girls and the woods and the things that snap twigs and scare the shit out of you in the middle of the night. I can’t wait!
I’ve got posts scheduled for the week, so I’m still “here” in a sense. Please don’t get bummed out if I don’t get to comments right away; I’ll get there, I promise.
Catch ya later!
sniderwriter 
It’s kind of funny for all of your love of things gory and gross that you refuse to sleep on the ground (I’m not throwing stones– you’ll never see me camping). Enjoy your week off!
Ha, true! I hadn’t thought of that. DayJob has me working with blood and other human…stuff…all day, so I’m pretty immune to gore.
On the other hand, my one attempt at gardening had me flailing my arms like a little girl because I accidentally touched a grub with my bare hands. I still haven’t recovered from the trauma.
Yeahhh, I’m a little fucked 😉
And thanks! I will!