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- Start creating a photo calendar for my sister-in-law of all the pics I've taken of her son. You know, because I'm obsessed with his cute little face.
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- WRITE! Write anything, any number of words... because once I finish this chapter, the next one is already written and that's basically a 2000-word freebie. YES!
Wish me luck!
8:06- Dishwasher is emptied. Eyebrows are waxed. Might have been a little overzealous with the right one. And, um, guys? Is it bad if the wax drips off the spatula and down your nose? Please tell me I won't have to wax my nose from now on, too.
8:10- Eating my lame, gluten-soy-and-dairy-free breakfast of a banana and sausage links. Will be hungry again in an hour. But at least the towels have already gone from the washer to the dryer.
10:22: I was right. I'm starving. Therefore
4:39: I am pooped. I spent half an hour in the waiting room at the doctor's office, despite being the only patient in said waiting room. From there I went to the mall and picked up birthday gifts for my sister-in-law and cousin. Following that, I drove to the nail salon my godmother likes so I could get her a gift certificate for Christmas. After that I hit the post office, and then finally made my Goodwill drop.
Now I still have to squeeze in some writing time, cook dinner, and get started on that calendar. I think I'm fading here, guys. Let's see how I fare...
8:00: *Sigh* I made dinner. I cleaned up the mess. I peeled and cut carrots for my husband and I to bring as snacks for work tomorrow.
And I wrote. It was only about 200 words, but my goal today was to write anything at all amidst all this madness, and I'm calling that a success.
I'm officially exhausted. Signing off for tonight, see you Monday, peeps!
Wheee! You're on a ROLL, lady!
ReplyDeleteOkay like we're ever going to HATE your advice. Despise, loathe, be disgusted by, maybe. But not hate, that's silly. ^_^
ReplyDelete(And people say 'hate' is a strong word. They're obviously not writers.)
Ugh, good luck getting blood drawn! One of my least favorite things.
ReplyDeleteWaxing my eyebrows really freaks me out. I'm still in tweezeland.
ReplyDeleteYou are the pitch writing genius who will one day make my publishing dreams come true.
ReplyDeleteIf I am wrong about this, I owe you dinner in NYC. Oh wait, I owe you that anyway.
Woohoo! Go Gina! I can't believe you wax your own eyebrows. It freaks me out to let other people do it, but it'd freak me out way more to do it myself. I'd be awful at it. :)
ReplyDeleteYou got more work done than me. But I did iron my husband's shirts (while analyzing Stephen King's movie The Mist based on notes in Donald Maass's workbook. Sad, huh?) and cleaning the bathrooms. :D
ReplyDeleteGo G Go! Still cheering for you!!!
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