Woohoo for not ringworm!
Grr for stupid grant application that my client and I probably have an equal share in not getting done till the last minute. As in, it has to be postmarked tomorrow. I
did
send him the draft on Sunday, and I
did
outline carefully all the places where I need more info from him. But I know damn well he's busy and the artist-to-English translation process takes too long anyway. But still, I ask fairly simple questions, I really do. And I get vague to nonexistent answers. v. frustrating.
Yay for not!ringworm! Boo for eczema!
Buffistas on the net, pretty amazing. Buffistas in person, too wonderful for words.
So you had fun, Cashmere? Dinner was good?
So you had fun, Cashmere? Dinner was good?
So. Much. Fun! Dinner was awesome! Owen got some prime buffista time. And he got to show off his toddling and signing.
I'm not at all suprised, but Yay!
CASHMERE!
Owen is TEH CUTE!! And his mommy's pretty damn awesome too! We (sj and I, catching up online in our hotel room) totally loved meeting both of you...just wish we could've had more Cashmere and Owen time.
Hi Perkins! We wish you were here, also!
Sean, there aren't any words. I'm sorry you have to deal with this.
Yay, Em! For not having ringworm...she's happy and doesn't even know why.
Sunil, you and I can sit in the corner, rocking back and forth, mumbling "Death or taxes? I think I'll take death." It'll be fun, I promise.
FTR, it's not fair that Ohio is bogarting all the foamy this weekend. I hope you all have a wonderful time.
I've had a sort of weirdly unproductive week where I've been spinning my wheels a lot, acting unfocused. I think there are several factors behind it, but the biggest ones are sleep deprivation (and for no good reason--Annabel has been sleeping fine), not eating right, and forgetting to take vitamins to make up for the bad eating.
Someone please convince me that I'll still finish the novel this year even if I don't try to force myself to write tonight when I'm all sleepy and groggy, and that it's better for me to answer a few emails, unwind, and be asleep by midnight than to try to write scintillating prose when my brain's fuzzy just because I'm behind on my weekly page count goal. My common sense is warring with my goal addiction.