Yesterday was just a complete wash. Let’s move on.
grr.
Wretched mood. Wretched work. Tired, grumpy, frustrated, bored. Know I should bike, walk, yoga, *something*, but right now I feel emotionally scarred and crabby and I both want to just get this damned stuff done and to never look at it again. I will walk, or bike, or something, in another hour, by which time if my coworkers have any sense they will have gone home/quit working. :P
“…and bring me the horizon.”
We went to see Pirates of the Carribean last night, and it just totally rocked. Johnny Depp was hysterical. Orlando Bloom was adorable. Geoffrey Rusch chewed the scenery. The chick, whose name I have forgotten — Kiera something — kicked ass. Every single scene in the ride was re-created in the film, which delighted me. I will go see it again, even at full price. I *entirely* enjoyed the film. I also went on a 13 mile bike ride last night. Yay! I broke 500 miles! Yay! miles to Mordor:…
noooo berries
Nooooooo berry picking tonight. Instead I’m getting myself together to go biking, which I’m not very enthusiastic about at the moment, but I know I’ll feel better later if I go now. Stupid endorphins. :)
Viable Paradise & Other Stuff
Got email last night saying I’d been accepted into Patrick & Teresa Nielson Hayden’s Viable Paradise workshop at Martha’s Vineyard at the end of September. Week-long writer’s workshop. Squee! In other writing news, I broke 150K words for the year and 12K on the novel I’m working on now. Chugga chugga chugga.