I love to write, you see. I love to write about everything. I write a lot. This blog often consists of me writing a lot, about whatever comes to mind. I may write about cell phones, or when the ice cream truck came when I was three, or spend a great deal of time musing why I suddenly decided to boycott purple when I was 14 and only just remembered that I actually love the color.
Or I might post about my adventures in cookie baking, or how I handle long distance relationships with towns on the other side of the USA.
It is up to me.
Or you! You can ask me to write about something as well, and I shall do my best to comply.
I also may showcase some artwork (or illustrate my writing) from time to time, as I am attempting to become an artistic person.
Today I flew back from Las Vegas, NV, and I am sitting here in Fuquay-Varina, NC, thinking about how I need chap stick and healthy things like sleep. BUT I could be feeling much, much worse. You see, ever since I turned 20 my body declared that it would NOT be functioning as a happy-go-lucky individual anymore, and I would have to learn to deal with my problems. One of these problems (for there are many) is extreme motion sickness. I used to be able to read in the car, in a plane, ANYWHERE. Now I can’t even ride in the car without getting sick. Plane rides are gross. Helicopters are unbearable.
Until my father suggested Dramamine.
It’s that simple! I take half the recommended dosage and I feel nothing except happiness that I am enjoying eating my 27 snacks on this lovely bumpy cross-country airplane ride while reading a great book about genetic imprinting!