Arrrgh. I took most of yesterday off because Barb was working on the same files I needed to work on, and I said, “How about if I just work on them over the weekend, that way we won’t get in each other’s way,” and she thought that sounded like a great idea. And it *was* a good idea, and this morning I got the first site all put together and it looked great. So tonight after watching 2 more episodes of Alias, I thought, “Hey, I’ll do a couple sites…
Belmont
Well, that’s horse racing. *Damn*.
Harry Potter was entertaining. Ted was particularly pleased with the hippogryph (which was *awfully* cool) and the Patr.. pa.. you know. The shielding spell. After the movie we went for ice cream and went to the comic shop and deposited paychecks and detaily stuff like that, and then we came home and I brought Chanti on a walk in which we got too many bug bites and scurried away from the coastal trail to walk through the much less buggy neighborhood. Stupid, stupid bugs. Now I’m up doing laundry, because…
oops, overslept
Oops, overslept this morning. Ah well, such is the danger of the high life I lead. :) No writing this morning, in other words. P’raps this afternoon. My pecs and biceps are sore from gymming yesterday. *laugh* Nothing else seems to be, which probably means I didn’t work anything else hard enough, but at least SOMETHING is sore. Not crippling sore, just stiff. Boy, I’ve really got nothing to report this morning. Going to the chiro in a few minutes, and must try to smash through the remains of my…
woot!
Walked THREE miles AND went to the gym AND er ate five cookies and no froot. Well, oh well. :) Tomorrow there will be froot! Oh, and I wrote 1200 words, and I’m very hrm about it. It’s a first person thing and I don’t want it to sound like Jo. I’m going to keep writing it through the weekend and then maybe I’ll think about trying to write it again in limited 3rd and see if that works for me. Hrm, hrm, hrm. Ted and I just finished watching…