getting my head to work on saturday mornings is always a bit of a struggle.
the temptation cartalk and wait, wait, don't tell me, whether at 9 and 10 chicago time or 9 and 10 arcata time (meaning i've slept too late)
the looming necessity of laundry complicated by a paucity of quarters
the empty fridge - 1/4" left in the milk jug, no bread, no cereal. i couldn't eat eggs.
the nytimes magazine published online.
the daunting blank page, taking back up where i stopped off on tuesday, wednesday, with a reminder from dain to not be condescending toward my sources.
11 days to finish this draft.
must find valentines cards for family.
should i send parents an anniversary card at the same time or wait til the next week so that they receive it and enclosed dinner money on the correct day?
slight headache from bizarreness of last night's outing, inadvertently ending up in a club full of lesbian couples dancing only with each other with rp and new friend kp. sometimes crashing the gay bars does not entail the fun dancing boys and upbeat music one expected.
i did drag myself out of bed and make tea, move my things to the kitchen table, and wash my face. all starts. i'm not setting lofty goals for today though. what with groceries, bowling tonight, etc., work is doubtful.
but tomorrow's another day.
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