If it hadn't been inventory, I would have taken the day off and gone to the burial of Chris' grandparents. Or stayed home and embraced the mouth breathing that is my life right now. When I breathe in, I can feel a sort of crackling in my lungs. So that's probably a thing now, too. My face hurts.
In other news, we had our two year anniversary on the twenty-fourth of September. He gave me a necklace. With a diamond. What. So that's a thing. I love it. It dances in a setting that is rose gold. It matches my watch. 
*takes nose blowing break*
Where were we? Oh yeah.
I've recently gotten back into writing. Not just here on Bloop. I mean writing stories. I'm trying my hand at urban fantasy, but I'm making the main character funny. Hopefully I don't destroy it completely. We'll see. It starts with him rushing to get help turning his best friend back from a ferret while being chased by unknown bad guys. They sling fire and ice balls at him. He's paying more attention to his friend being a ferret. We'll see how it goes.
That's it for now. I feel like I've been hit by eight eighteen wheelers.
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