When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma tries something different by offering an important list.
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name.
In which I finally kind of finish up the whole Neurontin story. Kind of. Also I make two very important clarifications, one of which is about bongos.
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma offers the first part of her two-part year-end wrap up. Also there’s probably a metaphor in here that goes on for way too long.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.
In which Emma gets all deep and introspective and stuff about love and life and loss and so forth.
In which Emma shows pictures of awesome things rather than complaining about being sick, and then does the whole photo-a-day thing, natch.
In which Emma ditches her dreams of a fancy party at the altar because she realizes they aren’t the point.