A day in the life of a self-mandated blogger.

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I'm feeling the pressure here to write 35... err now 34... more blog entries from now to the end of the year.

I've been sitting at my computer, trying to think of something to jot down. Nothing really is coming to me.

I was going to go on about how under the weather I feel. I have a headache and stomach pains. It affected my sleep last night. I woke up about five times in the middle of the night, but I stayed in bed until 10! Though, I had some vivid, crazy dreams when I was asleep, but I don't remember them. Now, I still feel like crap.

Then I thought that I would put up some brainstorming for my book up -- some notes that I worked on for the angel Gabriel, my favorite of all the angels. How some lore believes that Gabriel is truly a female angel, based on the biblical account of the Announciation. The angel appears in Mary's room -- the angel doesn't walk in or knock, Gabriel appears. In the account, Mary is without fear on seeing Gabriel. Now if I were 14 year old girl, I would be scared shitless if a strange man popped into my room. Yet, Mary was without fear. Sure, one could argue that Mary was full of Grace, blah, blah, blah, and God gave her the strength to be calm. But I personally like the idea that one of God's archangels is a woman.

I didn't have plans to sleep all day, but I ended up doing that. I was going to take a little joyride with a Philly Car Share car. However, that was not to be. I went online and secured a reservation for a Scion at 21th and Chestnut for 2:00 pm. I thought that I'd take a car for a few hours, take along some CDs and drive around the city like I used to do years ago when I actually owned a car. Ten of 2, I pack up my bag with music and I head to the corner of 21th and Chestnut. From Sansom, I look up and think, I don't see any Scions there. I walk to the end of the block and plainly there are no cars in any of the three Philly Car Share parking spots. I am saddened. So I call Philly Car Share to report that they are no cars and cancel my reservation. I should double check, but I might be additionally compensated for that.

I'm hydrating and vitamin I-ing because I'm supposed to hang with our favorite little angry tank tonight. I don't have to drink, but it would be nice to be social this weekend.

Only 30 days to Christmas! I think I'm asking for a new bed from Santa.

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