Lemony Snicket’s Nightmare – Weather is Still Shit – Work Time!

As soon as I typed weather is still shit…. the rain stopped and the sun came out.

Then my friend Willie called me to say let’s go get brunch. So I’m not sure if I will finish this post before he gets here or not.

Truth is… I woke up at 6 a.m. Bisho woke me up by slapping my face that he wanted some food.

Woke up. Kicked him out of my bedroom. And didn’t get out of bed until 11:30 a.m. Bisho is on a diet. So he could wait for food.

Yep. I slept again and again. And I was having nightmares. And I don’t know when I wake up from a nightmare, I want to sleep again to see if I resolve it.

I didn’t.

It was horrible.

There was a lot of anxiety and troubles in the nightmares. There were many different ones. A lot of them involved really silly drama. To make it worse… it was my drama.

And a lot of it was whimsical.

I fell asleep watching the new Netflix series Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s better than I thought. It doesn’t even feel like a kids show. And in a good Netflix turn… it draws you in to every and next chapter. And thought I only wanted to watch only one or two episodes, I ended up falling asleep halfway through #5 (or was it #6…?)

Neil Patrick Harris plays a wonderful roll. Joan Cusack as well. The kids are amazing. But the dude from the Daily Show (Aasif Mandvi)… not so much. He was probably the only one that I was just like… come on dude! Learn how to act! He wasn’t horrible, but not great like the rest of the cast. I guess that was the problem. He was surrounded by amazing cast.

Neil Patrick Harris was really nice to me. Joan Cusack… not so much. Neither Cusack was nice to the paparazzi.

I don’t think I ever saw Aasif Mandvi or anyone else from that show.

But anyway. I blame my nightmares to such a show. They were pretty vivid, random, and all over the place.

Yesterday I didn’t do much work but edit a lot of pictures and still recover.

Yes. I was still pretty hungover and zombified. In fact, I went out for tacos, and I stared at them with disgust and almost puked.

It wasn’t until a friend brought me some coffee around 7 pm (how nice of her) that I started to feel like myself again. You know how I knew I was back…? I craved a beer. But beer I did not have. Just knowing that alcohol stopped being disgusting meant my hangover was finally gone. I was not a zombie anymore. My brain activated.


Which makes me happy.

Though the weather makes me feel shitty.

And that I overslept makes me feel shitty.

And that the pile of work is still very “uhhh I have to figure out creatively” is a bit shitty.

But I know I can do it all. And I’ll make money. So I’ll be happy.

Or maybe I’m just happy because the sun is finally out and I am drinking a good cup of coffee.

The pics I edited yesterday were of my baby niece. Pictures belong to the parents, so I won’t post any except one. The one I went “artsy fartsy” on. And used black and white.

I rarely if ever use black and white. I used to do it on this site a lot. But I prefer color. Nah. Not for this one. This one got B&W love.

Baby feet! Tiny baby feet!

Actually…. they don’t look that tiny for a newborn. But they are tiny tiny 2 day year old beautiful baby girl Nila.

Two things I sorta dislike in this picture.

Three really…

  1. Feet
  2. Cheesy B&W
  3. Babies

Except when it’s family babies. Then they get a pass. But to be honest… I won’t see much of what she looks like until she’s like 1 or 2 years old. Nico just looked like a fat pudgy dude until now. And now I’m like aww he is an adorable almost 3 year old!

And though I love my baby niece with all my heart. I won’t feel the bonding until later. And then I can cry.


I need to shower because Willie wants to go out for brunch. And the sun is out. And I have so much work to do after that.

I am serious with myself.

That I am finishing a story I started a week ago today.

Problem is… now I have 3 different great opening sentences, and I don’t know which one I like best.

How the fuck do I even write articles?! I am not even sure. They just happen.


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