Abigail M. Schilling

After saying "yesterday was the best day of my entire life" I am wordless. It's the build up, I guess. I can't live up to it. (Ever.)

In the few minutes I've had here and there to try write things that I could publish about the best day of my entire life* I feel overwhelmed by the task of description and expectation of that phrase. (*Side note: The great thing about being unmarried and childless is that I never feel pressure to say that the best day of my life was my wedding day or when my son was born or whatever. I mean, I usually believe it when people say that, but what if it wasn't true? Like the actual best day of your life was when you finally let go of personal shit or when you accomplished something huge or when your favorite sports team won a sports event? You would feel obligated to lie, right?)

So instead, let's talk about some other things.

Firstly, Miss Cate asked earlier this week: where do you keep your passport?

I keep mine where I can always see it in my office to remind me to use it. Where do you keep yours?

Secondly, Heather asked: what is your six-word biography?

I obviously cannot attempt anything that daunting (duh), but you should.

Thirdly, Heather Anne won a wicked sweet contest this week. Bow to her.

Fourthly, it's the weekend! I will be trying to read three books at once, do some homework for an online class (instead of procrastinate), and work. What do you do?