You Belong in 1973 1973 If you scored… 1950 – 1959: You’re fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 – 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule – oh, and drugs too. 1970 – 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you’re partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 – 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You’re colorful at night – and…
uninspired
This cold is kicking my ass. I am not motivated today, and require encouragement. I need to get the 3 chapters I have written revised so they work with the new chapter today. I essentially know how to do it. I just am very damned flat and am having a hell of a time pulling my focus together in order *to* do it. It’d be good if I actually wrote another new chapter, but the critical bit is revising these three. So if anybody out there feels like being a…
go me!
I have a fair bit of a headache, a sore throat, a large pot of pea soup and a new chapter. Well. Actually, I took aspirin and cold medicine, so the headache and sore throat are receding, but I do have those other two things for sure. Mm. I tell ya. One thing about being sick is it really makes you appreciate soup. The one thing I *had* to do today was get that chapter written, so I’m feeling pretty pleased. I’ve now had lunch, and I’m going to walk…
no brain
3 chapters fairly significantly reshaped with quite a few new words put in, 1 brand new chapter begun (if barely), and my brain has given up on me for now. Shaun, bless his pointy little head, has brought me a hot chocolate, and now I am sitting here vacantly writing this entry. I am still not well; my throat, which didn’t hurt yesterday, hurts today, and my brain feels less sharp than it did yesterday. Of course, I think I took a 90 minute nap around this time yesterday, too,…
fresh outta give a shit
I am, as Christopher would say, fresh out of give a shit. I’m not in a bad mood or anything. I just have absolutely no interest in dealing with anybody’s drama in any fashion at all right now. I met my cousin Maggie at the swimming pool! I hadn’t seen Maggie in four years (which her mother apparently gave her a hard time about, and she was like, “Every time I come into Anchorage I go out to the Valley to see YOU!”), but fortunately she still looked just like…