Feels like you're making a mess. You're hell on wheels in a black dress.

After a wonderful, wonderful 9-ish hours of sleep, I'm back. Back to what I do best. Writing about myself and the things in life I contemplate to within an inch of their lives.

Really, though, I feel it takes a real narcissist to blog as much as I do. All it is is me sitting here saying, "Hey, I feel that people actually care what I think about things and what happens to me during the minute moments of my life.

But then that narcissism is validated when people like my cousin say, "I'm always so excited when I see that you've updated!" and people I don't even know (Hi, chocolatebooks!) say that they read what I write, and even encourage me to write America's Next Top Model recaps. It's exciting, really. I mean, if I could get a job doing this, just writing my opinions and thoughts on things, I'd be one happy girl. Seriously.

But I do wonder if excessive blogging is a sign of rampant narcissism. If you think about it, though, all writers are narcissists. They just expect that people will want to read what they have to say.

I think the conclusion I can come to here is that all writers and bloggers are actually either mentally ill or have severe personality disorders. I'm OK with that.

Moving on.

Yesterday, I went into work and our photographer was there with his daughter, Kelly. Something you should understand about me is that I pretty much can't stand children. Every now and again, there'll be a cute kid that'll break through that particular Veneer of Hatred, but in general, I don't like them.

Actually, no. To be fair, it's probably the kids' parents I can't stand because they're the ones that allow their children to behave like demonic brats in public.

Anyway, Kelly is a kid that I happen to love. I don't see her very often, but when I do, I'm always amazed at how much older than 4 she seems. She's really smart and creative and all those adjectives that people generally attach to their own children. It just so happens that I met a kid who I like.

A few weeks ago, she and I were drawing, and I drew a castle. I learned how to draw castles when I was 5 and in daycare during the summer. I was in a My Little Pony phase at that point, and this girl that I hung out with most at daycare, Brandy, who I remember having a rather unfortunate mullet, taught me how to draw Pony Castles, complete with dragon in the moat. Since then, I've drawn them the exact same way, which explains why when I draw them, it looks like a 5-year-old drew them. My drawing skills are sadly lacking:


Note the happy dragon.

Yesterday, I was working, and Kelly comes up to me and says, "Liz! I drew you a picture!" And this is what it was:
How freakishly cute is that? She did ask me to "draw the water," but the rest of it is all Kelly B. It made me happy that she'd remembered the castle and I was also immensely impressed that she'd replicated it. The kid's kind of amazing. If I ever have a kid (which is a slight, slight chance indeed), I hope the kid turns out like her.

Oh, and before I go, I just thought of something else funny and kid-related (since I'm on the subject) that happened yesterday.

I was in Chuck's (the sports editor) office and Kelly and Dennis (our photographer) were in there, too. Dennis and Chuck have this. . .odd relationship. They're friends, but they have this banter that allows them to insult each other? It's hard to explain, but I have, on more than one occasion, asked them if they were going to divorce when they were having a disagreement.

I don't remember the line of conversation, but it led to Dennis saying that Chuck "Knew (Chuck) was his bitch." Except Kelly was in there, so he said, "Yeah, he knows he's my B-I-T-C-H." For some reason, that struck me as really, really funny, because I'm not used to being around kids all the time and needing to spell things. It was cute. I have a feeling, though, as smart as Kelly is, she's going to be able to figure out what people are spelling relatively soon.

So I still need to mention the Biltmore trip and maybe I'll go into job-related things, but they're kind of depressing, so maybe I'll not do that. I'll also try to write my ANTM recap tonight.