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kyburgI am VERY annoyed that nothing is working like it should today. The list has at least four items on it (and come ON, WHAT is the response to most of them) and while the workday is nearly over, the irritation is right. there.
All it has to do is work.
In other news, I'm considering what I'm going to do on this journal for Advent this year.
Maybe I'll show you my chops and do a 100 word scrod each day, and ask you guys for the source and prompts.
Thumbs up? Thumbs down?
Also - I'm really annoyed that I can't leave town for eight hours on Yom Kippur. I may just hitch a train to Santa Barbara or something. Something I can't do for time restraints right now. (That's most of my games or reading a book - so while I can take the book with me? I want to get OUT for the day.)
I'm also crossing anything for anyone else off the list. No, I am not making the baby blanket, knitting the coffee cozies or anything else on that day. This is my day off. MY day.
The fact I'm coming up so empty on ideas pisses me off. Sure I can write. FOR EIGHT HOURS. Then I get to quit again for the foreseable. (Did not get to this point overnight. If I want to write again on a daily basis? Something else is going to fall down, and you don't want to know what it would be. Would be messy - and I've got a conscience. I gave myself permission to write back in 1993 and wouldn't you know, Cliff got sick unto death that year. So I took it back and haven't given it back yet. Writing in my world doesn't pay bills. And if I tried Really Hard? Might never EVER pay bills - I can't be sure. And I have to be sure. So I do what makes money every day, for certain. Now you know. Teasing me with one day is worse than promising me a trip around the world and dropping me in Vernon without a way home.)
I'm also not moving the Geoshite site to Yahoo on that day. I flatly refuse.
And I really don't want to drive my car 500 miles by myself. I mean, what.
So maybe I'll end up visiting temples. Or just riding Metrolink all day.
I want out of my routines. I have a whole day.
All it has to do is work.
In other news, I'm considering what I'm going to do on this journal for Advent this year.
Maybe I'll show you my chops and do a 100 word scrod each day, and ask you guys for the source and prompts.
Thumbs up? Thumbs down?
Also - I'm really annoyed that I can't leave town for eight hours on Yom Kippur. I may just hitch a train to Santa Barbara or something. Something I can't do for time restraints right now. (That's most of my games or reading a book - so while I can take the book with me? I want to get OUT for the day.)
I'm also crossing anything for anyone else off the list. No, I am not making the baby blanket, knitting the coffee cozies or anything else on that day. This is my day off. MY day.
The fact I'm coming up so empty on ideas pisses me off. Sure I can write. FOR EIGHT HOURS. Then I get to quit again for the foreseable. (Did not get to this point overnight. If I want to write again on a daily basis? Something else is going to fall down, and you don't want to know what it would be. Would be messy - and I've got a conscience. I gave myself permission to write back in 1993 and wouldn't you know, Cliff got sick unto death that year. So I took it back and haven't given it back yet. Writing in my world doesn't pay bills. And if I tried Really Hard? Might never EVER pay bills - I can't be sure. And I have to be sure. So I do what makes money every day, for certain. Now you know. Teasing me with one day is worse than promising me a trip around the world and dropping me in Vernon without a way home.)
I'm also not moving the Geoshite site to Yahoo on that day. I flatly refuse.
And I really don't want to drive my car 500 miles by myself. I mean, what.
So maybe I'll end up visiting temples. Or just riding Metrolink all day.
I want out of my routines. I have a whole day.
