Real Life

I’m tired and I’m cold (the cooler is either on high or not on at all, at the moment) and I’m clearly up past my bedtime. Damn it. So here’s the quick version. Get up on time–yes. Karate–no. Hope decided to play sick, so I missed my lesson. Damn it. Breakfast and kitchen–progress made. Hope […]

How childish is a trial of wills? You tell me. When I am one contestant, and my alarm clock is the other, how bad is that? Pathetic? That’s what I thought. That first morning, I think I mentioned. It went off at six, I couldn’t face it and the snooze was only four minutes long,

Ever have one of those days when everybody wants just a minute of your time? Lucky you. Not one person/place/animal/interaction today has taken only a minute of my time. From the lady whom I told “I’m cleaning out my office and leaving for the summer, if you’re not here in the next hour you’ll have

Remember the plan to time out my days, to get things done, to write on a couple different projects, to accomplish what needs doing without driving myself or anyone else crazy? Ha. I wrote today. That’s about it. And the word count really doesn’t reflect that I didn’t do a damn thing else, so what

But I’m not *yawn* sleepy… Here’s the word count I promised, 4480. I forget what it was last time I posted one, but that’s decent, no matter what the last one was. This one includes a ton of begging Hope to let me finish a re-reading just this one damn sentence before dealing with whatever

I should be exhausted. I stuffed and taped and otherwise mangled, mutilated and abused at least 500 envelopes today. I hauled stuff I don’t want left in my office for a month home. I went to karate. I fixed dinner. I wrote, and wandered off and stumbled on an hysterical Weiss Kreuz/something I don’t know