Can you ramble in bullet points? I'm not sure but I'm going to try.

• Has anyone else noticed how long some of my blog titles have gotten lately?
• I think I'm in a dramatic titling phase.
• I watched a lot of "Pets seeing their owners after long periods of time" videos last night.
• Because, apparently, I like crying happy tears.
• This is the week that will either make me or break me at the booth.
• That means I'm still not done redoing things.
• I was close to being done.
• Then I pulled a lot of stuff for our sidewalk sale on Saturday.
• Which messed everything up again.
• Don't you hate it when you try to fix a typo and only end up retyping the error?
• A couple of weeks ago, there was the junk set out in our area.
• I found great stuff.
• I still need to take pics of it.
• This is kind of like only typing the key sentences of each paragraph.
• I'm hoping you all can fill in the rest.
• It should be easy.
• Just add a lot of cussing and cartoon references.
• You know the drill.
•  I hope this is legible.
• Blogger won't let me double-space the bullets.
• Stupid Blogger.
• I have to finish this booth stuff this week.
• Just have to.
• I am single-handedly killing my sales.
• Things were starting to bounce back from the summer slump.
• August ended good for me.
• Then I started this project in mid-September.
• And I'm still working on it.
• A MONTH LATER!
• Can't sell crap if your booths are trashed.
• Sigh.
• The manager told me last week that I am over $700 off from this time last October, so far.
• October is always a good month for me.
• I only have a sad smidgeon of fall stuff out.
• And no Halloween.
• Sad smidgeons are the worst.
•  Smidgeons should be happy.
• Make a smidgeon happy today.
• Won't you?
• I used to think I knew what I was doing.
• Maybe that was my mistake.
• Chiquito says "Hi!"
• It's my own fault.
• I screwed myself by trying to start it all at once.
• I should have gone a bit at a time.
• Or just left well enough alone.
• I got overwhelmed.
• When I get overwhelmed, I get depressed.
• Not sad.
• Depressed.
• Real depression.
• I've dealt with it most of my life.
• Usually, it's under control.
•  The meds help me a lot.
• But sometimes, it sneaks out.
• Like when I'm overwhelmed.
• When I get overwhelmed, I get paralyzed.
• It's harder to make decisions and get things done.
• It's also easier to get distracted.
• Sometimes, I actually end up working on other things that I can do quickly.
• Because it's easier than dealing with the overwhelming.
• One day, I helped the manager clean out an evicted booth.
• When my own spaces looked like hot shit on a stick.
• Cleaning out the other booth was something I could get done.
• And feel like I had accomplished something at the end of the day.
• Depression makes you think funny like that.
• I think I got over the hump last week.
• It's looking less daunting.
• Maybe I can get done this time.
• Before it's time to redo again.
• ACK!
• The sidewalk sale was only so-so.
• It was slow for everyone all day.
• I was unloading perennial shelf-sitters.
• At the end of the day, I just started giving stuff away.
• That always works.
• Now I have more room for new stuff.
• I hope I can take pics this week to show everyone.
• That's my goal.
• I also hope to have a week full of stupid, silly posts for you all.
• Because I love you.
•  Seriously.
• I do.
• Thanks for sticking with this ridiculous blog.
• Music for Monday:

• This is in honor of Chris Thile's debut as the new host of the Prairie Home Companion over the weekend.
• Plus, it's a  fun bit of music nerdery.
• And nerds always ROCK!