Thanks, Dad

I missed his note at the bottom of his email to call him, so he called me. I'm sitting there, juggling the new iBook I'm setting up, answering questions my boss is throwing at me, and listening with one ear to Dad telling me how the new project in Bonaire is going. And grinning my fool head off.

Squee! They're coming out on the 23rd for a week! Yay!

I told him about the whole mess with the car at the dealership - I last talked to them right before I headed down to SouthCenter that weekend, and that was enough - as soon as I rang off, I opened up the window and submitted my ad to sell the damn thing. So feh, out of my hands and into the paper. It'll get sold and I won't have to deal anymore.

Thinking of scooters, and sharing one with Ali, to help save her knee and get me to aikido and back quickly, but that's more an amorphous little plan that may take months to fruit.

Full Moon and yet...

Nothing.

I wish I could draw on Lady Moon, but I just feel incredibly lame tonight. An hour 'til I need to leave for aikido, and I just feel unutterably unmotivated. I don't even feel up to cooking myself dinner - in the interests of not fading away like a wraith, I'm having cereal, and waking up tomorrow and going to work? Well, let's just say I have sick days to burn.

But it's not like I have an excuse, I'm just down. Curl- up-with-a-book-and-read or attempt-to-write kind of the-world-doesn't-exist down. Needing to pay bills isn't helping my motivation either. Bleah. Bleahbleahbleah.

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I'm gonna continue my whiny little bitch rant here. God, can't she ever shut up? All she does is go one and bloody on about how miserable she is...

Yeah, well, my feet are cold, and I wanna write, and I ditched aikido for this? Like, a hot foot bath would go really damn far to ameliorate the situation, and the evil bill monster is lurking over my shoulder, and for all the windows, I'd trade with Ali in an instant, 'cause her room is warm.

Ideally? I'd take a hothot bath, take my waterproof laptop in with me, and write until my toesies got all wrinkly. Cute little raisin toes! Hot steamy water, hot steamy room, hot steamy sex scenes...

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