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I worked almost the whole weekend. I had a few short fic breaks and I went for a walk today but mostly I worked. And it's going to be like that for the next two weeks. I want to cry just thinking about how much I have to do. But at the end of the two weeks is Vegas. I just have to survive until then.
Mom laughed when I said I was going to stay drunk the whole trip. She thinks I'm kidding. We'll see. Then I laughed at her when she asked if I've started organizing and planning the trip. Um, no. Someone else will have to be cruise director for this trip. Most likely her since she mostly surfs at work and Jaimie and I have actual work to do. :P
Whenever I walk I think of things I want to talk about and compose long thoughtful posts in my head. And then I get home and forget about them or am too lazy to type them. Today I got another damn blister on my heel halfway through the walk and stopped thinking about anything other than how much I hate my feet. But, look. I remembered to post about it. Heh.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Why am I not in bed so I'll be well-rested? Because I'm too lazy to get up and go to bed. How sad.
Mom laughed when I said I was going to stay drunk the whole trip. She thinks I'm kidding. We'll see. Then I laughed at her when she asked if I've started organizing and planning the trip. Um, no. Someone else will have to be cruise director for this trip. Most likely her since she mostly surfs at work and Jaimie and I have actual work to do. :P
Whenever I walk I think of things I want to talk about and compose long thoughtful posts in my head. And then I get home and forget about them or am too lazy to type them. Today I got another damn blister on my heel halfway through the walk and stopped thinking about anything other than how much I hate my feet. But, look. I remembered to post about it. Heh.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Why am I not in bed so I'll be well-rested? Because I'm too lazy to get up and go to bed. How sad.