Am taking a few minutes out of my hellish work day to think about something other than work. Just a few minutes.
This weekend I actually tidied up a bit. Changed my bedsheets and everything. I'm hoping that this next weekend, I'll actually clean and do my taxes, and maybe then I'll actually be able to write something. Does that ever happen to you, where if everything around you is neat, it unclutters your mind? I'm wondering if that's been my problem with writing lately. (Wouldn't it be nice to have a definite answer for writer's block?)
How good were the basketball games this weekend? I probably would have gotten more cleaning done if GA Tech and Duke had just blown out their opponents instead of letting it come down to the wire like that. But I kept thinking, "Just a minute longer ... I'm going to watch a minute longer, and then I'll get up and clean." Only, of course, the "minute longer" was when the games were over.
In order to stop myself from going beyond this week's reading assignment for
literocracy, I finished three books this weekend, and started another one. Oh, nothing too impressive, so don't goggle at the number. They were: Slowness by Milan Kundera, The Princess Diaries 5: Princess in Pink by Meg Cabot, Love and Other Four-Letter Words by Carolyn Mackler, and Why Girls Are Weird by Pamela Ribon. ( spoilers )
And finally, ( Alias: 'The Frame' spoilers )
Also, I have discovered the guilty pleasure of Bonnie Bell cosmetics. I don't know whether to apply it or eat it.
This weekend I actually tidied up a bit. Changed my bedsheets and everything. I'm hoping that this next weekend, I'll actually clean and do my taxes, and maybe then I'll actually be able to write something. Does that ever happen to you, where if everything around you is neat, it unclutters your mind? I'm wondering if that's been my problem with writing lately. (Wouldn't it be nice to have a definite answer for writer's block?)
How good were the basketball games this weekend? I probably would have gotten more cleaning done if GA Tech and Duke had just blown out their opponents instead of letting it come down to the wire like that. But I kept thinking, "Just a minute longer ... I'm going to watch a minute longer, and then I'll get up and clean." Only, of course, the "minute longer" was when the games were over.
In order to stop myself from going beyond this week's reading assignment for
And finally, ( Alias: 'The Frame' spoilers )
Also, I have discovered the guilty pleasure of Bonnie Bell cosmetics. I don't know whether to apply it or eat it.