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Dec. 30th, 2005 08:08 amMy only New Year's resolution this ... well, most of my resolutions been made already. And apart from the languages, they're going pretty well.
Thinking of that, I should bring my books back to work, since things have slowed down again.
Buh. Um. My only New Year's resolution this time is to actually get those damn submissions out when I say I'm going to get them out, instead of locking up from fear and not working on them for weeks. The caveat to that, of course? I've learned that editing takes fucking forever. But. With that in mind, I should be able to set a more realistic date. And actually get things out when I say I'm going to.
Yawn. Still tired. Back still hurts. Yeowch. Went to bed at least a little early last night only to be waking up every couple of hours as I twisted myself into a new position and wa-hoo! Pain! What fun. What the hell, back? What's up with that?
Don' wanna go to work. Still, I'm actually going to try and work all my hours today. Be good, work. Earn money for Maui. Get paid, go home, check schedule, see if I have a good chunk of time off to dump probably my entire paycheck into an alignment and new tires. Stupid fucking suburbs. Stupid needing a car to get anywhere. When I was growing up we had public transportation and the only thing we needed to get anywhere in terms of car-age might have been grandpa's truck if we needed to haul something. Otherwise it was the subway all the way. No worrying about car maintenance or gas prices or anything. Growl. Bitch. Moan.
Mmmmbreakfast.
Thinking of that, I should bring my books back to work, since things have slowed down again.
Buh. Um. My only New Year's resolution this time is to actually get those damn submissions out when I say I'm going to get them out, instead of locking up from fear and not working on them for weeks. The caveat to that, of course? I've learned that editing takes fucking forever. But. With that in mind, I should be able to set a more realistic date. And actually get things out when I say I'm going to.
Yawn. Still tired. Back still hurts. Yeowch. Went to bed at least a little early last night only to be waking up every couple of hours as I twisted myself into a new position and wa-hoo! Pain! What fun. What the hell, back? What's up with that?
Don' wanna go to work. Still, I'm actually going to try and work all my hours today. Be good, work. Earn money for Maui. Get paid, go home, check schedule, see if I have a good chunk of time off to dump probably my entire paycheck into an alignment and new tires. Stupid fucking suburbs. Stupid needing a car to get anywhere. When I was growing up we had public transportation and the only thing we needed to get anywhere in terms of car-age might have been grandpa's truck if we needed to haul something. Otherwise it was the subway all the way. No worrying about car maintenance or gas prices or anything. Growl. Bitch. Moan.
Mmmmbreakfast.
