I can't.

I had a conversation with my boyfriend the other day about how disappointed we were with the toy industry these days. Not that I'm all that old (22 years young), but back when I was a kid every other year there would be some awesome, viral toy that parents would HERD to Toys R Us and stand in line for hours to buy. Tamagochis, anyone? Tickle Me Elmo, Furbies? We LOVED that shit back in the 90s. But it's been years since anything has had that kind of hype.

Kids' toys these days suck. My Spongebob fest was rudely interrupted this morning by a commercial for some teletubbie-looking animal that squirms around and has BLUBBER WHEN IT DOES SO, and talks back when prompted by some cheap keywords. The thing's voice is AUTO-TUNED. I CAN'T.

In other (good) news, they're bringing back 90s All That and maybe some other shows! Way to go guys; I knew that if we all bitched and moaned at Nick's execs enough they'd have no choice but to listen to us eventually. POINT: Oldass 90s Kids.

Well, way to get yourself way off topic there, Kate. Anyhow I've been noticing something weird. I know that a lot of people base their books' characters on real people. But lately, I've found myself searching out my characters' traits in people. It's helped put a lot of things in perspective, which is nice!  I wish I had more time to work on it, though. I've got every chapter outlined, now it's just sitting there waiting to be fleshed out and I seriously just don't have the time. I work a lot. I'm all for being a novelist, but I'm a realistic one and don't plan on starving in a box for any amount of time. #gurlno.

I WENT CHERRY PICKING YESTERDAY. Look at these cuteass cherries in the tree.

First time I've ever gone to pick anything. /Cool story, bro.