A fly or a bus?

Oh the agony. I have inspiration. Heck I've been hording it for days like a crack head. Now my poor neglected NaNoWriMo has been calling to me, (actually it was closer to screaming). Pivitol scenes are finally being made clear and now all I need to do is write them down. Enter the short story. Yes for about two weeks these were all I wrote. It was fun, new and strange seeing as how I don't have a great deal of experience or talent with the form. They still need to be finished as well. And...well...I promised a friend he could read one, three weeks ago. I've already read his poem and now it's time for me to pony up. And I am this close to pulling a vanishing act.

Logically I should finish a story (at this point I just want something semi coherent that has a beginning, middle and end) and then plug away at my NaNoWriMo to my hearts content. I should probably give it a name too cause come November I'll have another NaNoWriMo and that would get confusing. Anyways, I don't want to be logical.

I want to clean my house...a great sentiment surely but the damn thing's already clean.

Today is Father's Day. Woot! Happy Dad's Day to all (especially mine). So the party was at my house and well, it was a mess. A big one. By mess I mean disorganized, mostly my books. Piles of books everywhere. I considered having the house rebuilt before they got there big. Think of the Windex commercial where the guy wakes up from the sunlight, thinking it's not his house and runs into the door, yeah that's where I am. I'm stepping around imaginary piles of books. Woot for muscle memory!

The party was great fun. Little Brother is by far one of the funniest people I know and he has that special talent that Dad and Sister have. Quick Wit. It's great to watch them bounce off each other. He gave me a great line to use when I get in trouble with my boss. (I get paid from the neck down, though knowing my boss his thoughts will stray somewhere south of stripper/hooker). When we are all together we spend at least 70% of the time laughing and tonight was no exception. Laughter, egg rolls, cake, it was a great Sunday.