What do you expect for a Sunday?
There's been a lot of napping around here today, but not by me. I stayed away from the chamomile tea.
We didn't make it to the Highland Games, but that's okay. We got other stuff done. No cleaning, mind you, but I revised my short story and that's the main thing, right? It's a couple hundred words longer, but they're good words.
Oz fixed my footrest that I use under my desk. The little pegs for adjusting the height broke on one side and my packing tape fixes just weren't holding anymore. The solution: new pegs. The footrest is important because I have this borg-like work environment. Seriously, it looks like something out of Brazil, especially with the swing-arm magnifying glass. I'm not complete without all the pieces in place. At least I'm only One of One.
146 words | October 23, 2005 07:09 PM | Real true story