My life's gotten simple since.

For the past week or so, I've been really struggling my way through NaBloPoMo, which I will call by its proper name just this once. I was all talked out, I thought! I had told you everything, and then some! But I guess it turns out I was just choked from THE UNBELIEVABLE PRESSURE OF THE MANDATORY ONE-A-DAY POST, because now that the end is upon me, I've suddenly got lots to say. Of marginal interest, it's true, but that's always true.

So. Here we are. Done, after this one thing:

I have been lately obsessed with the idea of making a gingerbread house. But not just any gingerbread house, oh no. I want to make a slightly truncated replica of my house. Which is ridiculous for several reasons: (1) Who'd eat it? Because I can't. ((1a) I thought of donating it to a children's home when I'd finished, but do people actually eat gingerbread houses anyway? I am unclear on this.) (2) It'd be a huge expense. (3) Ditto the time investment. (5) I have never actually made a gingerbread house, and a really elaborate one is probably not such a good place to start. (4) I've got lots of things I really do have to do, you know, other than making tiny candy tables and chairs.

And yet this idea, it has hold of me. It will not let me go. Help me, I am begging you.