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Sep. 29th, 2005 02:06 pmThings to do Today and Tomorrow:
Write more short stories
Make more icons
Post more short stories
Clean living room
Cut fabric for shirts
Sew shirts
Wrestle with dress and Bodice of Doom
I'm off for the next five days. Work is so stupid. I also have been denied for vacation time at the end of October to go home and see my folks, which is really stupid considering how little I've been working lately. Jerks. I hope they reconsider. I may put in again for less vacation time. Maybe that'll help.
Maybe not.
It's annoying. And I'd been planning to go visit a friend at the end of November, anyway. Bastards.
Anyway. Went to Hancock's. Got some on-sale fabric for some pretty shirts, so there's that at least. I can sew those quick, too, probably. And then later this week I should go through all the fabric in the basement and sort that out. And then I should either mend some of my old shirts and things or sort through my clothes and figure out what to send to Goodwill and what to keep. 'cause really? I have too many clothes. Which is also highly subjective, all things considered. I only have about three or four pairs of jeans. Less than 10 shirts. But still? Too many clothes. Or rather, too many clothes I don't wear often.
I should also get started editing that novel I finished a couple weeks ago. I don't ... well, no, I don't mind it. It's better than the Scene O' Doom. I just don't want to because it's a crapload of work. And anyway, I have short stories to catch up on. Maybe I'll work on those before I start editing the damn novel. Yeah. At least I don't have a list of minis to paint.
Bleh. Why is life so bleh right now? The big exciting plans aren't working. I'm going to see Serenity tomorrow since the local theatre is crap and doesn't have a midnight showing. Bastards. And.... heh. Yeah, I got nothing else exciting coming up. Productivity, sure. Which is better than nothing. Sewing, writing. But still, life is amazingly bleh right now. Maybe there'll be a Halloween party to go to or something.
Write more short stories
Make more icons
Post more short stories
Sew shirts
Wrestle with dress and Bodice of Doom
I'm off for the next five days. Work is so stupid. I also have been denied for vacation time at the end of October to go home and see my folks, which is really stupid considering how little I've been working lately. Jerks. I hope they reconsider. I may put in again for less vacation time. Maybe that'll help.
Maybe not.
It's annoying. And I'd been planning to go visit a friend at the end of November, anyway. Bastards.
Anyway. Went to Hancock's. Got some on-sale fabric for some pretty shirts, so there's that at least. I can sew those quick, too, probably. And then later this week I should go through all the fabric in the basement and sort that out. And then I should either mend some of my old shirts and things or sort through my clothes and figure out what to send to Goodwill and what to keep. 'cause really? I have too many clothes. Which is also highly subjective, all things considered. I only have about three or four pairs of jeans. Less than 10 shirts. But still? Too many clothes. Or rather, too many clothes I don't wear often.
I should also get started editing that novel I finished a couple weeks ago. I don't ... well, no, I don't mind it. It's better than the Scene O' Doom. I just don't want to because it's a crapload of work. And anyway, I have short stories to catch up on. Maybe I'll work on those before I start editing the damn novel. Yeah. At least I don't have a list of minis to paint.
Bleh. Why is life so bleh right now? The big exciting plans aren't working. I'm going to see Serenity tomorrow since the local theatre is crap and doesn't have a midnight showing. Bastards. And.... heh. Yeah, I got nothing else exciting coming up. Productivity, sure. Which is better than nothing. Sewing, writing. But still, life is amazingly bleh right now. Maybe there'll be a Halloween party to go to or something.