Phew. This is the moment when i'm happy that it's almost Friday, which means eight odd hours of pain until the long weekend. I have the kitchen stocked, so I can hibernate and write this weekend. Like a wee retreat except that I'm retreating to, uh, the dining room table and the laptop. I have poems, a conference paper, and fiction to write.
I'm both excited and nervous about tomorrow. I get my new iPhone 4S, but I'm worried about transferring my number to the new phone. Like afraid something will get buggered up, and I won't have a working phone. Even excited change seems to be stressing me a bit lately.
Didn't realize I was still sore from the resistance band workout until I had to bring in groceries tonight. I don't actually feel much pain, but if I run my fingers along my upper arms, I can feel the pockets of tightness and ache. I suppose I should do some working out tomorrow night here at home and then maybe on Sunday so that I'm not going into Monday's class cold.
Project Runway was disappointing tonight. I didn't like the final verdicts, and honestly, I didn't much like most of the looks.
I feel like I need that fifth thing for a post, but I'm terribly fuzzy in the brain, which already seems to be half asleep and is trying to covince the rest of my body to join it. If I make a post with six things in it tomorrow, will that sort of even things out?
I'm both excited and nervous about tomorrow. I get my new iPhone 4S, but I'm worried about transferring my number to the new phone. Like afraid something will get buggered up, and I won't have a working phone. Even excited change seems to be stressing me a bit lately.
Didn't realize I was still sore from the resistance band workout until I had to bring in groceries tonight. I don't actually feel much pain, but if I run my fingers along my upper arms, I can feel the pockets of tightness and ache. I suppose I should do some working out tomorrow night here at home and then maybe on Sunday so that I'm not going into Monday's class cold.
Project Runway was disappointing tonight. I didn't like the final verdicts, and honestly, I didn't much like most of the looks.
I feel like I need that fifth thing for a post, but I'm terribly fuzzy in the brain, which already seems to be half asleep and is trying to covince the rest of my body to join it. If I make a post with six things in it tomorrow, will that sort of even things out?
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SO YEAH, GO GIRL GO!
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Mine will be for reading, though. Have a good one. xx
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