My mom said that the cheap gas near her just went down below $3 yesterday. She had a few trips to run around her neighborhood yesterday, and the slightly-more-expensive station would drop two cents each time she passed it, three times in one afternoon, and it was at $3.09 the last she saw.
Mine was at $3.89 on Tuesday night, but I don't know what it is now.
Go Allyson!! I hope the rest is easy.
I have posited that the G.O.P. has persuaded oil companies to start lowering prices before the election so the Republicans can point at them and go "Look! See?! It's working! We lowered gas prices! Vote Us!"
Aims thinks that might be tinfoil-hat talk, but I don't know.
Okay, I had to go look. $3.89 by me.
Yay Allyson! Fly Sam, flap your little wings!
I just got the editing overview letter from Editor Emily, and the line-edited version of the manuscript lands on my doorstep tomorrow. She thinks I did a good job, but wants me to expand some topics and watch out for repetition. Why am I freaking out about this? Why?
Also, why isn't there a damn teleporter so Allyson and I can hang out tonight and flail at each other about writing?
We're still at 3.34, but we generally respond slowly to the changes in the rest of the nation.
Yay, Allyson! Yay, Jilli!
Market stuff is so crazy. So of course, we chose now to set up our investment accounts. Not like we're putting very much in there, but we just need to be done procrastinating about saving for retirement. Figured we might as well go ahead and do it now while everything's low, since we're going to do it soon anyway.
So the market can rally now that I've voiced my consumer confidence.
Looks like after a nice lunch everyone decided it's time to sell off some stock.
Figured we might as well go ahead and do it now while everything's low, since we're going to do it soon anyway.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Man, I got in a HUGE fight with co-author last night. I turned in a crappy chapter. One crappy one out of seven. He's written three. I held his hand through the first, had a fit when he handed me crap on the second, and he finally hit a good stride on his last.
So, if we spent the same amount of time writing, and I wrote 70% of the material, and gave up two months of seeing my friends and being a jackass to everyone around me, I get to be a horrible BITCH, right? Like, I get to be a total bitch for 70% of the time, yeah?
Anyone ever write with a partner? How does that work?