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Friday, September 22, 2006

Words Wordy Ick?

Yesterday was the day from heck. Got up at 4:30 am, went to the gym where I had to read the Freud I didn't the day before. The bright side is that I am now two chapters ahead instead of one behind. Then I went to work, did a bunch of database crap until it was time to pick up my son and get him to soccer practice. Then I went directly to school, talked about Freud and did the workshop thing. Came home for 15 minutes where my son was stressing out over some homework. Fortunately (oh, bad mom!) he preferred that I leave him alone. So I ate some toast and went off to the soccer board meeting because that's my volunteer soccer job. (Gotta do it!) Took notes, got home 9:15ish. Supervised son's final draft of his homework, got it printed off and him to bed. Then I fell into bed and read the NaNoWriMo's guy's book, No Plot, No Problem! until I was wound down enough to sleep, which was later than it should have been. I did not write at all. I didn't even have time to notebook. Frown.

Today, I did have time to write, and I got a respectible amount done. I haven't read back much, but things seem to be shaping up pretty well. Hopefully this weekend I can get a lot written and then print it out and see where things need to go and where I need to cut.

What else? I'm tired. Oh, I remember. There's a new gym elf. He has two tatoos and muscles o' plenty. Nothing excessive. He's not quite the original gym elf, who I miss desperately inspiration-wise. But I can definately see this guy inspiring some hero thoughts. There's another guy who isn't quite gym elf. He's something else and I haven't figured it out yet. Not an elf. More like a-- he'd be a jaguar or something sleek and kind of dangerous. I suppose it's horrible of me to objectify these exercising gentlemen like this. Ok, so I'm shallow. It's 5:00 am by the time I get there. I am incapable of anything BUT shallow thoughts at that hour. I'm lucky I have any at all. Elves and jaguars. Not so bad I guess.

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