Tomorrow, I'm going to write.
Honest. See, I was going to write today after I was done babysitting from 10am - 1pm. But while I was there, the mother asked if I could come back at 6pm so that she and her husband could go out to eat. So, when I finished the "first shift" just before 1pm, then came home, and only had about 5.5 hours until I had to leave again. In those scant hours, I had to walk Harry, play with Harry, and watch Judge Mathis and Judge Judy, and play a little Mario Kart on Wii and then this episode of Dog Whisperer was on, and I've decided I still prefer Victoria Stillwell (It's Me or the Dog) way more than this Cesar MIlan character because one of his training techniques actually involved kicking the dog and yanking on its neck. And then it was time to go and babysit again.
And...yeah. Totally no time to write today. Obviously.
Tomorrow, I have nothing until Harry's 3pm obedience class, after which Mom and I have Reading Phillies tickets. (Brett Myers is supposed to be doing a rehab start! Whoo-hoo! It'll be awesome to see him. That is, if it doesn't get rained out by Hurricane Dan, or whatever this one's name is.)
So, tomorrow, I'll be able to sleep in a little, since Mom won't wake Harry up when she leaves for work. She'll be able to take care of him all morning, so I'm going to lock myself in my room with a cup of tea (flavor as yet undecided), throw on an iTunes playlist, and force myself to write at home.
Because, as much as it pains me, since I don't know when I'll be working again, I'm going to try and cut out Starbucks from my life. This will be a very serious thing because, although it will save me money on both coffee and gas, going to Starbucks is the only place I go. At all. Unless I'm running errands. Because I have no friends in this state of Pennsylvania to hang out with, nor family in the immediate area to visit, and I don't want to join any book clubs or the like, and I basically have no life. Though this shouldn't be news to anyone.
But I need to save the money more than I need human interaction and caramel macchiatos (I think, at least concerning the latter), so, yeah. We'll see how it goes. The last time I was at Starbucks was Tuesday.
No Starbucks Count - 3 days.
I can do this. I can. I think.
*looks to icon for inspiration*
And...yeah. Totally no time to write today. Obviously.
Tomorrow, I have nothing until Harry's 3pm obedience class, after which Mom and I have Reading Phillies tickets. (Brett Myers is supposed to be doing a rehab start! Whoo-hoo! It'll be awesome to see him. That is, if it doesn't get rained out by Hurricane Dan, or whatever this one's name is.)
So, tomorrow, I'll be able to sleep in a little, since Mom won't wake Harry up when she leaves for work. She'll be able to take care of him all morning, so I'm going to lock myself in my room with a cup of tea (flavor as yet undecided), throw on an iTunes playlist, and force myself to write at home.
Because, as much as it pains me, since I don't know when I'll be working again, I'm going to try and cut out Starbucks from my life. This will be a very serious thing because, although it will save me money on both coffee and gas, going to Starbucks is the only place I go. At all. Unless I'm running errands. Because I have no friends in this state of Pennsylvania to hang out with, nor family in the immediate area to visit, and I don't want to join any book clubs or the like, and I basically have no life. Though this shouldn't be news to anyone.
But I need to save the money more than I need human interaction and caramel macchiatos (I think, at least concerning the latter), so, yeah. We'll see how it goes. The last time I was at Starbucks was Tuesday.
No Starbucks Count - 3 days.
I can do this. I can. I think.
*looks to icon for inspiration*