Okay, I was good today.

I sent off a very important e-mail exactly at noon. Let's just say there's a lot of financial stability riding on it.

I actually started writing my Christmas fic for Brian. What! After all, it's not as if I didn't have tomorrow as well. Besides, I find sometimes I do really have to wait to have certain scenes, words come floating into the harbour of my mind.

I called the drugstore and had a refill of my eyedrops delivered in the early afternoon.

I cleaned half the bedroom floor (closest to the door) and went through my toy bags. I actually threw out something old and worn out.

Had an inverted (or is that perverted) eating schedule. I started with the leftover kung pao shrimp for brekkie; had cereal and milk and then ice cream for lunch and finished with leftover curried beef and noodles for a very late dinner.

John finally returned my call. We were having a philosophical discussion on how one integrates oneself into one's surroundings. Of course, I said I was having a hard time what with all the space and neatness. Anyway, he's going to drop in tomorrow if possible (if not, it'll be Boxing Day) to share some holidayish spirits with me (as my bar is plentifully stocked).

And, now, I'm trying to relax and have amnesia about the horrible pain in my back. I need a massage. I need TEN massages. Hmmmm. I do have a little massaging pig. I wonder where she got to.

Until tomorrow, la-la-la-ish hugs from l'il ol' semi-angelic me.

Okay, I was good today.

I sent off a very important e-mail exactly at noon. Let's just say there's a lot of financial stability riding on it.

I actually started writing my Christmas fic for Brian. What! After all, it's not as if I didn't have tomorrow as well. Besides, I find sometimes I do really have to wait to have certain scenes, words come floating into the harbour of my mind.

I called the drugstore and had a refill of my eyedrops delivered in the early afternoon.

I cleaned half the bedroom floor (closest to the door) and went through my toy bags. I actually threw out something old and worn out.

Had an inverted (or is that perverted) eating schedule. I started with the leftover kung pao shrimp for brekkie; had cereal and milk and then ice cream for lunch and finished with leftover curried beef and noodles for a very late dinner.

John finally returned my call. We were having a philosophical discussion on how one integrates oneself into one's surroundings. Of course, I said I was having a hard time what with all the space and neatness. Anyway, he's going to drop in tomorrow if possible (if not, it'll be Boxing Day) to share some holidayish spirits with me (as my bar is plentifully stocked).

And, now, I'm trying to relax and have amnesia about the horrible pain in my back. I need a massage. I need TEN massages. Hmmmm. I do have a little massaging pig. I wonder where she got to.

Until tomorrow, la-la-la-ish hugs from l'il ol' semi-angelic me.