I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
A long day of frustration today. All interruptions carefully timed to provide maximum annoyance. My total for the day is 30,907 words, so about 1700 done today. That’s pretty good for this summer, sigh. The frustrating thing is 1300 of those words happened in the, I’m guessing, twelve hours of a typical workday. I say […]
July 8th. Time is ticking by. We don’t have a house. We looked at a mobile home today that had a park not six feet from the back door, but we just can’t cope with the house and the location (small and cramped, way the flip from my work) even for the park and the
Be social? On the fourth of July? Now come on. If I ducked it at Christmas and I dodged it at Easter, why on Earth would I do it for the fourth? Oh. Because my roommate said I would? *sigh* She’s kind of scary. 😉 Actually, it was a fun day. Hope went to Thomas’
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Tonight was the potluck dinner at my group, before we break for July. I knew it was coming, I’ve known it was coming. I knew what I was making–my to-die-for chocolate chip cookies–and I knew how long it took to make them. I should, since I make them at least every other potluck because they
Couldn’t figure out what time it was to save my life today. Hope had a dentist appt at 1300, and I left the house at 1235. With the need to hit the ATM before I went to the dentist’s office. Then I went to work for a bit, got there about 1430 (Bly tells me)
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I thought it was a natural assumption. For at least ten years, when Grandma said be there at four, it was because we were having dinner with them. Oops. I blame Hope. She wanted to make a phone call, I told her to call my grandparents. She told Grandma she was calling to make arrangements
Dizzy is not good. I can’t think of a single instance where it is good. Of course, that’s just me. I know lots of people like to get messed up. I don’t. Especially when I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, IMing BJ and writing Keen, and my head starts spinning like Super Grover