I write more when I'm alone.
Darrell's working the Opera this week. So, I get some time to myself. And I think. And I mull. And I get headaches. And I procrastinate sometimes. I do get some things done, but not the things I probably should be getting done.
My head hurts again.
I think I'm addicted to coffee.
I need to do taxes.
I have no theatre date for tomorrow.
The "Star Performer" at work for March was... me.
All I want to do is look at pictures of my new iris bed. Over and over.
Why do I feel like a failure sometimes when I know I'm not?
I got a card in the mail today, and it made me cry.
I think the cats are ignoring me.
I need a vacation.
posted by Jennifer at 4/07/2008 06:40:00 PM