I just wrote the rough draft of an assignment that is due tomorrow. I don't feel it is very good, but am trying to adhere to the "good enough" philosophy.

This is for the class where my first assignment got an A+. I have realized that that terrified me, because there is nowhere to go but down. At least I was able to recognize that and get past it enough to be able to finish the assignment. It's still terrifying, though.

Since no one else is around, I'm going to talk to myself...

Toto is currently curled up on Emily's bed. He misses her! Good thing she comes home today.

I got inspired and made cinnamon rolls last night. But now they're all gone and I want more. Feh. I made the lazy kind - thaw out frozen bread roll dough, flatten and smear with cinnamon, sugar, and butter, let rise, and bake. Yum. But I should have made more. And also should have not eaten half of them last night.

The dog is away at grampa's for a few days, and it's so weird. I keep looking for her, and getting antsy to go for a walk.

Planet Xena may have a moon, too. [link]

Timelies! I'm up and at work. Oh flipping joy. I'm here for a few hours then off to the hospital to visit my mom. Then back home for homework.

I'm tired of my life right now.

{{{Maidengurl}}}

Can we have a tired-of-my-life party?

Anytime, darlin.

::note to self - leave clothes in SF and pack Maidengurl instead::

Maidengurl, do you like Singaporean food? Matt B. and I were talking about getting together a group to go to Shiok! [link] soon.

Someone come rescue me, Nicole was growling at me. I told her that Orlando Bloom was not hers to bogart. The response was not at all what I expected. So much for want, take, have.