Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.
Henry David Thoreau
had got to listen to the nurses at work talk about Billy Connolly and how hilarious his show was last night, while a little voice whispered in my head that I knew someone who had a spare ticket and didn't take him up on the offer…. Never mind that I couldn't, of course. Rationality was never the entirety of the psyche, after all 😉
Today, I got up at 5:30 when it was officially still dark o'clock, to write before going to work. It's day one of my new Write First plan, you see, where I will write for an hour before work. So that I get a minimum of words done every day, so I don't feel guilt-ridden and frustrated when, on arriving home after work, I'm too tired to get more than a hundred words in an hour or more. Although I'm a little weary from the curtailed sleep, I'm doing okay so far. Although it does mean I really can't put off having lunch, because hunger faintness is horrid.
Today, I talked with my boss about being a female engineer. She studied Civil Engineering, and banged her head against the wall o'chauvinist attitude, hard. 'Course, I left so I could write, but it was good to chat about it. We also discovered we went to the same high school. Small world.
Today, I looked at Cat's photos of the Aurealis Awards and pined for not being there.
Right now, I am listening to the Garden State soundtrack. I could seriously listen to this on repeat for hours and hours on end.