Dragging my feet
Nov. 29th, 2003 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirl*sniff* I miss Aubrey. I mean, being able to walk around the apartment naked with impunity is nice and all, but the tiny place just feels empty and cavernous without her to wander into my room and initiate long, in-depth conversations about nothing when I really ought to be doing work.
Speaking of which, I'm having a dreadfully hard time getting started today, since I know as soon as I drag myself out of here and into the Fishbowl, I will essentially have to chain myself to a computer, except for bathroom and food breaks, until I've written 10 pages.
This is the price I pay for the West Wing marathon.
Okay. Clothes, breakfast, teeth, hair, shoes, backpack, iPod, GO!
Speaking of which, I'm having a dreadfully hard time getting started today, since I know as soon as I drag myself out of here and into the Fishbowl, I will essentially have to chain myself to a computer, except for bathroom and food breaks, until I've written 10 pages.
This is the price I pay for the West Wing marathon.
Okay. Clothes, breakfast, teeth, hair, shoes, backpack, iPod, GO!
