So, life is uneventful for the most part. i have started writing again after a lapse of over 6 months, mostly because i've been reading almost non-stop lately. i've found a couple of new authors that interest me, which tends to be difficult, and then i've also had the urge to reread the anne of green gables series. The writing is extremely old-fashioned and there isn't much of a plot, but i also never realized how beautifully she describes things and the feminine, old-fashioned devices are actually pretty inspiring to my own writing style. i took stock of the main story i've been working on for the past 3 years, and realized i have over 60 pages done now. If i want to turn it into a novel some day, i'll have to add at least another 200 or so. It seems pretty daunting, but i can see a lot of places where i can expand and add more detail (yes, even more detail). i just wish i could work less so i could work on writing more. Never going to happen, i know.

Not much else to report. Someone was using my credit card, and that was a pain in the ass to try to fix, let me tell you. i only got half of the money back because they couldn't "prove" some of the charges didn't come from me (stupid online shit). Considering i only use my card for gas and groceries and the damn purchases were for some bogus wrinkle cream and i'm only in my 20's, yeh, that's obviously fake. Whatever. They only racked up about $160 before i caught it and closed the account, so it isn't a huge disaster. It's just irritating to think that people can hack into your personal information.

Well i'm tired so i'm going to bed. i think my new work scheduler is trying to kill me...i have at least one turn-and-burn every week and it bites only scraping by with 4 hours of sleep.