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Mar. 22nd, 2007 02:28 pmOh dear god. So tired. The boy went out to game last night. Did not come home until two in the morning. Which is all right, since he doesn't have to work tomorrow but I do. And I can't sleep well until he's home. Yech.
I did a small bit of splurging and a small bit of buying underthings that I really do need, seeing as I've thrown away two bras in the last two weeks because of things snapping or coming undone and, yeah. I can't do that. I don't have enough. So. But after that, I really shouldn't be spending any money for the next three weeks. Except for college loan payment. Stupid college loan payment. On the other hand, using new pairs of earrings every four weeks as a bribe for staying in shape isn't bad I guess. And I haven't even used a tenth of my credit, which is pretty damn good restraint for the sheer glee factor.
So. Yeah. Past couple of days I have done some tidying, some outline writing, some back prompt writing, some omgoverdue essay writing. Some exercising, some more prompt writing, some more cleaning, some query letter writing, some sewing... I've been very productive? And now I'm very tired. And I still have things I want to get done at least relatively promptly. Meh.
I may not be able to run around and instantly max out my credit card, but god I'm running around and making hugeass wishlists. Ohhh yes. It makes me feel better. Pseudo-retail therapy, only without busting the bank. If I remember these wish lists or anything on it in three, six weeks' time when my money frees up a little more, maybe I'll go back and get something. Essentials first. Like underwear.
OH! But, speaking of things and money, the imps went out today! People should get them in 2-3 mailing days.
Criminal Minds last night really freaked me out. I don't know why, but it did. I lay in bed for an hour being afraid of someone coming along and burning me down in the house. And it's not helping that we have a budding serial killer in the county. ( Not for the squemish ) Somewhere, someone is wetting the bed. Just sayin'.
Um. Bleh. I'm sitting here re-organizing my Amazon wish list so I don't have to get up and edit. Or write back prompts for Jamie like I should be doing if I'm going to be online. Instead I'm trying to find a jewelry box that I like that isn't 60$. Anything to avoid doing actual work, right? I have outlines to finish and detail. Research to do and collate. Writing to do. And here I am shopping. When a few weeks ago I was freaking out because I don't have money. Although, granted. In the last few weeks I've gotten both a raise and a credit card. That helps, somewhat. Not as much as I'd want. Not enough to be sitting here screen-shopping when I should be working. Well, yes. Because screen-shopping doesn't cost money. There are, yes, still things I need. Nothing dire. That was the underwear. What I need to do is get off my lazy ass and get back to work. Like, right now.
I did a small bit of splurging and a small bit of buying underthings that I really do need, seeing as I've thrown away two bras in the last two weeks because of things snapping or coming undone and, yeah. I can't do that. I don't have enough. So. But after that, I really shouldn't be spending any money for the next three weeks. Except for college loan payment. Stupid college loan payment. On the other hand, using new pairs of earrings every four weeks as a bribe for staying in shape isn't bad I guess. And I haven't even used a tenth of my credit, which is pretty damn good restraint for the sheer glee factor.
So. Yeah. Past couple of days I have done some tidying, some outline writing, some back prompt writing, some omgoverdue essay writing. Some exercising, some more prompt writing, some more cleaning, some query letter writing, some sewing... I've been very productive? And now I'm very tired. And I still have things I want to get done at least relatively promptly. Meh.
I may not be able to run around and instantly max out my credit card, but god I'm running around and making hugeass wishlists. Ohhh yes. It makes me feel better. Pseudo-retail therapy, only without busting the bank. If I remember these wish lists or anything on it in three, six weeks' time when my money frees up a little more, maybe I'll go back and get something. Essentials first. Like underwear.
OH! But, speaking of things and money, the imps went out today! People should get them in 2-3 mailing days.
Criminal Minds last night really freaked me out. I don't know why, but it did. I lay in bed for an hour being afraid of someone coming along and burning me down in the house. And it's not helping that we have a budding serial killer in the county. ( Not for the squemish ) Somewhere, someone is wetting the bed. Just sayin'.
Um. Bleh. I'm sitting here re-organizing my Amazon wish list so I don't have to get up and edit. Or write back prompts for Jamie like I should be doing if I'm going to be online. Instead I'm trying to find a jewelry box that I like that isn't 60$. Anything to avoid doing actual work, right? I have outlines to finish and detail. Research to do and collate. Writing to do. And here I am shopping. When a few weeks ago I was freaking out because I don't have money. Although, granted. In the last few weeks I've gotten both a raise and a credit card. That helps, somewhat. Not as much as I'd want. Not enough to be sitting here screen-shopping when I should be working. Well, yes. Because screen-shopping doesn't cost money. There are, yes, still things I need. Nothing dire. That was the underwear. What I need to do is get off my lazy ass and get back to work. Like, right now.