Originally Published at http://horrorwriter.diaryland.com/Piranhas.html @ 10:25 p.m.
I’ve decided to start brushing up on my web language. I have HTML down as much as possible, now I think I’ll try CSS. It seems to be the most efficient for me.
Visited the in-laws today. They came in from out-of-state. Why is it that they have such an instinct to do things that just tear you up? I don’t understand it at all. It’s almost supernatural, in all honesty. Most of the time, I think they do things completely unintentionally, yet it always come across in a conflicting manner.
But, they’re family. I married into it. So that gives me full rights to harp about them. The one retort you never hear in an argument about the in-laws, “they’re MY family now.” I hate to say anything to husband about it. Lord knows he says enough himself about their flaws. He can’t help it. Great. Guilt.
It’s so hard to believe Christmas is over. Where did Halloween go? Even after decorations, presents, shopping, eating, and everything else, it just doesn’t seem like it should be the holidays already. It’s eerie. They say time passes more quickly as you get older, but I suspect you just get more and more accustomed to its passage.
To a child, a day feels like a week. But, by the time you reach adulthood, your body, physically and psychologically, has adjusted. And that concludes today’s session with Dr. Me. Please tune in again for the next fascinating episode when we ponder Virginia Wolfe.
Well, I think that’s enough for now. I changed the template. I do love my 13 Ghosts one, but thought I’d try something new. Since I’m trying out some new web tricks, look for changes in my template.
May all your tales be twisted. Goodnight.