So far my productive week off has been anything but. In fact, I'm starting to feel stressed because I'm worried I'm not getting anything done. (Not that I really had anything to do.) I blame my crush, as she constantly has worries like this. Or, more likely, it has to do with me doing jack shit all week so far.
Well, not true. I went grocery shopping. Took dog to the vet. Bought an espresso machine, quesadilla maker, and decanter for my absinthe. Read a very small bit. Other than that: nothing. I did learn, though, that green tea is fantastically yummy.
Maybe today I'll go to the coffee shop and work on a story and/or start taking notes from Writer's Market.
Made out with the girl I'm not dating the other day. This, as always, portends bad things. Lame.
Having a party on Saturday that's sure to blow out some assholes (in a good way).
Well, not true. I went grocery shopping. Took dog to the vet. Bought an espresso machine, quesadilla maker, and decanter for my absinthe. Read a very small bit. Other than that: nothing. I did learn, though, that green tea is fantastically yummy.
Maybe today I'll go to the coffee shop and work on a story and/or start taking notes from Writer's Market.
Made out with the girl I'm not dating the other day. This, as always, portends bad things. Lame.
Having a party on Saturday that's sure to blow out some assholes (in a good way).
eldarkinslayer:
Want to go?
sarahg:
you makeout cheated!