Argh... Blog on my own domain vs blog on blogger head explosion!!

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my goat cheese wasn't at farmer's market today, so I'll have to brave the store I hate for it. The lengths I go to get my fix...

Okay, okay... I'm going to go sleep a couple more hours. My need for fresh goat cheese can't be fulfilled for another 5 hours.

Damn you scammers! Don't send me an Etsy convo and get me all excited about selling a big piece.

I don't want to be awake. I want to be asleep. Farmer's market tomorrow and a 2-year-old's birthday party.

... Crap, I hate that I'm becoming a free-lance graphic design person, and I have no good estimate of how much time things take when I

I want my darned seeds to be shipped so I can plant my early spring veggies.

Okay... I'm officially addicted to drilling holes in rocks, because I can't do it right now due to pain pills and I am dying to.

*sighs* It will never fail to upset me when my jewelry gets added as a favorite, but all the person buys on Etsy are supplies. Not quite