homemade blues

Some semblance of normalcy is back in the house. This week was spent vegetating at home - the only bad news we had was that Wan Umi had an accident, which fortunately didn't involve anyone else, and caused no bodily harm. Maybe some post-traumatic stress and a bruised ego. Other than that, it was just her car and a road divider, that resulted in the whole front bumper and grille being torn off. We're waiting for the verdict - how much it would cost to repair. Oh well, at least the car can still move. There was minimal damage to the engine. I think.

Other than that, I spent most of my day in the room this week, ever since we got back from the hospital. I've been re-reading the Twilight saga, and writing my story - well, it was more like re-writing. And then re-writing some more. I keep adding to the chapters, as I kept coming up with different ways of telling the story. The 1000 odd words I had per chapter now have swelled up to 2000 odd words. It's becoming an epic.

But just now, suddenly, I'm at a loss for words. Hmm... I've exhausted my vocabulary, I think. Or maybe, I'm just exhausted. I know I can become obsessed quite easily about things. And I know I can be distracted and bored just as easily. The trick is, to keep it interesting. How now, brown cow? Oh dear.

Tomorrow we'll bring the boys out. God knows they deserve an outing after being cooped up in the house the whole week. Next week is still school holidays. I need to come up with some activities for the boys. Ones that don't require much money, of course. But I did promise D we'd go see a movie. Maybe "Monsters vs. Aliens"? Hmmm... the one with Reese W. That should be interesting.