A day in the life of me:
9:38: Regain consciousness, after having fallen asleep at 1:30 am with brain full of horror movies. Luckily, though, worst dream was about locating elusive little gold part to bike pump so that once again rear tire has air and reliable grocery-carrying method exists.
10:06: Drag self out of bed. Force self to pick up and put away two items from not-yet-fully-unpacked suitcase, on theory that moving forward just an inch every day, eventually adds up to entire mile. In 63,360 days. Attempt "hooray, it's a weekend!" pep talk. Fail miserably. Allow self one covert glance at computer desk, just in case computer elves have snuck down non-existent chimney last night to deliver my absent baby. No dice, no connection to (they're all sleeping anyway) friends.
10:12: Decide on plan for day: send book at post office, purchase nightmare bike pump part, buy groceries, work out at gym, go to office.
10:13: Revoke day plan in favor of extreme laziness.
10:17: Reinstate day plan to avoid waves of nausea that approach upon realization that extreme laziness denotes no human contact whatsoever all day. And no groceries all week.
11:07: Warm up leftovers in response to growling stomach.
11:38: Realize that first two errands must be accomplished before noon. Look in mirror. Decide to wear hat.
4:10 pm: Have accomplished all errands and don't feel like working any more today. Now what?
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Baby steps
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:) You're funny. That's a lot of mind-changing! It's harder to be motivated when on your own with nobody to really celebrate the events of the day, isn't it? Keep putting one foot ahead of the other, Jess. Love, Amy
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