I know I own them

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books, I mean. I know I have both Blood and Chocolate and The Silver Kiss by Annette Curtis Klause, but I can't find them. Neither at home or at the apartment, and it's driving me bonkers. I'm looking for at least B&C because it comes out in movie form this month, and I'd like to read it again before I see the movie. But I. Can't. Find. Them. Sigh.

Do you ever feel like there are so many things that you want to do that you might fly apart with the wanting? But you can't, because there are other things, things like reality, that keep you from it? I bought Writer's Market 2007 at the bookstore yesterday, because I really feel like this past year's NaNo novel might be worth something, Course, I still have to finish it, but the point is, I can. I know the ending. Hell, I've written the ending. Just like JK Rowling, hah.

But there are things like an incomplete grade, a new class, work, sleep...not the things I want to be doing. And I should want to do them. I should want to make money. I should want to be able to pay the utility bills. And I do. But not as much as I want to write. And crochet my very first afghan.

Thanks for listening.

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Oooh afghan!
I'm going to eventually knit Dave a pi hat.