the weekend
If I'm going to finish Nanowrimo I would need to write 3000 words a day for the next 10 days. I guess it could still happen, but realistically...it doesn't seem likely. I'm in a strange conflicted place. I do actually want to finish my story, pointless though it may be, because there's stuff coming up I want to write. I guess I'm invested in it, if that's the case. So it's not that I won't finish, it's that I won't finish...on time?
I pulled out my suitcase to start packing for the trip I'm leaving on in 10 days. Packing seems to have consisted mostly of organizing the things that live in my suitcases. So the one I'm taking is still 98% empty!
I still can't find the other pair of jeans I swear I own. I went through my dresser and the boxes in the closet and no dice. They must have gotten ripped like the other 2 pairs and I just don't remember it. Or something.
In the spirit of relaxing, which I really needed to do, most of this weekend was sleeping and reading and watching dvds. I only had 2 things on my todo list, and they got done. There's more (clean) I should do (clean) but I'm not in the mood.
I pulled out my suitcase to start packing for the trip I'm leaving on in 10 days. Packing seems to have consisted mostly of organizing the things that live in my suitcases. So the one I'm taking is still 98% empty!
I still can't find the other pair of jeans I swear I own. I went through my dresser and the boxes in the closet and no dice. They must have gotten ripped like the other 2 pairs and I just don't remember it. Or something.
In the spirit of relaxing, which I really needed to do, most of this weekend was sleeping and reading and watching dvds. I only had 2 things on my todo list, and they got done. There's more (clean) I should do (clean) but I'm not in the mood.