lack of life
It's 1:11 a.m. on a Sunday and I'm in front of the computer, typing away and looking for fic to read. Good job finding a life! I slept the whole afternoon, woke up at midnight to push myself into coloring art materials for the kiddos at the daycare. After finishing some sheets, I pulled out my i-report documents and started going through them and marking things, jotting down what I still needed and where to get those from, scheduling my next moves and such other things.
And I've realized once again that my great love affair is with paper--financial statements, audit reports, art materials, fan fiction, etc. etc.
I don't get myself, seriously. After "the breakup," which happened way back in July last year, I suddenly lost my social life! I've never been a party girl, but I've always been up for museum hopping (zzzz), or looking for hole-in-the-wall restaurants, or watching foreign language films. Now, all of those have taken a back seat to, what, LJ and reading fan fiction? Seriously. *shakes head at self*
And I've realized once again that my great love affair is with paper--financial statements, audit reports, art materials, fan fiction, etc. etc.
I don't get myself, seriously. After "the breakup," which happened way back in July last year, I suddenly lost my social life! I've never been a party girl, but I've always been up for museum hopping (zzzz), or looking for hole-in-the-wall restaurants, or watching foreign language films. Now, all of those have taken a back seat to, what, LJ and reading fan fiction? Seriously. *shakes head at self*