It is *way* too nice out to be inside. Stupid mean nasty work, making me have to be inside when I’d rather be outside playing. The whole weekend was absolutely gorgeous. I walked a lot and I actually rode my bike and I gymmed on Saturday and Emily came over and we watched some Angel, and I stayed up until 2am re-reading Rose Daughter, which was a somewhat odd choice, because it’s not like I didn’t know how it ended. I was thinking about just staying up all night, at…
just numbers
miles to Lothlorien: 49 chapters edited: 3
tired
It’s a good thing I went to the gym today, because I sure as hell didn’t get any walking done. Sad, because it was a very beautiful day, but it was good despite not getting any walking (or much writing to speak of) done anyway. So it’s okay. And now I’m bloody well tired and going to bed. Night.
there we go
There we go. 3042 words for the day. A lot of them are pure drivel and I suspect when I get to rewrite stage a bunch of this won’t be important, but it’s good for now. *cha cha cha* And I managed to walk 4 miles today, too. Go me! ytd wordcount: 202,750 miles to Lothlorien: 47.5
hah!
Hah! I’ve managed to completely exhaust the dog by taking her on 3 miles worth of walks today. Just wait til she finds out I plan on going on another one! muahahah! ahem. :) I just about roasted myself on that walk, too. It’s hot out! So I came home and tried to find a pair of shorts to put on, but the one pair must be in the laundry downstairs or something, ’cause I could’t find them, so with great trepedation I got out what I call my Skinny…