Starry, Starry Night
The Matty-shack is in hibernation. Seriously. Every breathing thing except for me is crashed out, and it’s not even 6PM. It’s a few days until payday, so no Internet shopping. Finished Dance with Dragons yesterday, so now the waiting begins for the next installation. You all know George R. R. Martin was a television writer at one point in his career, right? So when a television writer writes epic novels, think of them like episodes on steroids. Time in between novels is on god-time, and not mortal readers’.
So what do I do while after I load the dishwasher and the next novel on my Kindle? Naturally, troll Facebook. Okay, few stories making me bored. Few things making me laugh, sure sure. And then this from a share from a friend from Green Renaissance:
Well, that’s lovely! How magical! Take-my-breath-away enchanting, let me see where this unreal place is!
Canterbury, New Zealand.
Trying not to type FUNZ.
Jealous much, Matty?
It’s written in the stars:
Here what was in my stars for today, courtesy of the Onion:
Come to think of it, that goat was NOT on fire!
What caught my eye was the plush unicorn bouquet:
The perfect thing to send to your fake Twitter girlfriend!
It’s in the stars…
Next on my reading list is The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. He is a phenomenal writer, and I’m looking forward to this one. I’ll read it while I pet my unicorns and beat my fiery goat. Euphemism? No. Just my world.