Not that I'm complaining....
Jul. 18th, 2003 07:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgBut I wish that in all of this upheaval, moving, unpacking and such...there was time for me to have some uninterrupted hours for writing. For thinking about what I'm working on, for the actual sitting in front of the computer and putting it down.
But, no. Unpacked boxes mock me from every corner. We have dinner sitting in our own home instead of behind the wheel, but shortly after, we sleep. And wake, and begin the mad dash back to work aain.
This weekend? Birthday party at Sis' house Saturday. Birthday party at Hartman's Sunday. Maybe. Jim has to work Sunday.
I can't write until the boxes are unpacked. That's work. Writing's for fun.
Meanwhile, visions dance before my eyes...I'm constantly reminded I have two or three folders open...and sucks to be you. Go unpack a box.
Or go to work.
Ah, well.
But, no. Unpacked boxes mock me from every corner. We have dinner sitting in our own home instead of behind the wheel, but shortly after, we sleep. And wake, and begin the mad dash back to work aain.
This weekend? Birthday party at Sis' house Saturday. Birthday party at Hartman's Sunday. Maybe. Jim has to work Sunday.
I can't write until the boxes are unpacked. That's work. Writing's for fun.
Meanwhile, visions dance before my eyes...I'm constantly reminded I have two or three folders open...and sucks to be you. Go unpack a box.
Or go to work.
Ah, well.
