Apparently I needed a nap after a few mimosas... woke up dead tired and can't seem to wake up properly even after taking out the trash in the cold rain. Now I'm watching Lost cook - because if it was up to me we'd either get take out or simply keep sleeping.
Finishing a beta read for a friend. Learning new tricks in the process as well as being an awesome read.
Getting a busted pipe fixed, and dual writing foruming. Though this forum is the better between the .org and the .com. Trying to get that final bit of oomph to get my story moving again, since it has stalled at 98325 words (had to remove a few).
It had so many great actors and characters in it. If I had to chose a favourite, it would probably be G'Kar.
Prepping my uniform suit for tomorrow's formal New Year dinner at work. Habits beaten into you at San Diego die hard, I've decided to give my shoes the full treatment: Stripped with Renomat, conditioned, polished, and spit-shined. I'm going to lay down several layers of navy blue first, adds depth to the shine. Also trying to decide which waistcoat and whether or not to wear a bowtie...
Deciding that my ex's therapist is a freaking moron. Exactly when is it a good idea to bother somebody, because you feel guilty? You fucked up, and your life got better, you make $100 an hr, and got remarried to a wannabe cuck, so fucking get over yourself you silly twat and leave me alone.
My ex's therapist thought that she should talk to me, so she can get through her guilt. So I am starting to find it annoying since she has called me about 1830 for the past three days while she drives home from work. No idea why she felt the need to tell me her husband wants to watch another guy boink her, but it doesn't sound like he will get his wish. Also I really don't care how much liked 50 Shades Trilogy, buy the hardback set and shove it up your ass. So therapy...hows that shit working out now? Sorry for the mini tirade, but I am just as confused at the next person.
It's like my mother always told me, If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. I have no idea what the context is, but neither does my mother.