It's been a few days since I last blogged, which disappoints me greatly. My original intentions were to blog daily for 30 days, but I fell miserably short of my goal. Nonetheless, despite the failure, I am going to try, try again until I hit my goal. Welcome to day one, revisited.
It was a lovely day today, though I managed to stayed cooped up for 90% of it. The more amusing part of being stuck in the house, is that I accomplished virtually NOTHING.
Ugh. Dinner is prepared, master, I must depart.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
I've been sitting at this computer for fifteen minutes now, staring blankly at this large, white box. The only things I hear in the background are a low rumbling from the gut of our beloved attack Pomeranian, and the sounds of the Wii piping "nice spare" as Katie swings her arm toward the sensor.
I've not done much today, just worked, went to the grocery store, cooked dinner, read an adult education philosophy or two, and took a long, relaxing bath, yet my writer's block is hot and heavy today. And now, the bed calls me. Until next time.....
I've not done much today, just worked, went to the grocery store, cooked dinner, read an adult education philosophy or two, and took a long, relaxing bath, yet my writer's block is hot and heavy today. And now, the bed calls me. Until next time.....
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The Detriments of Lemonade
Alas, today was much better than yesterday. I felt as if I was on a long, miserable chain quest on Saturday, and ended up failing miserably. Today I vanquished at least one quest, and got the loot. I love my Wii. :)
I was able to smile today, even when my two-year-old swiftly dipped my cellular phone into a nice, cold glass of pink lemonade. After I fished the phone out of said beverage, it went the way of Disco...dead. No amount of drying and praying or CPR would bring that little teley phoney back to life. The excellent news, after a Grant, of course, is I'll be receiving a lovely new pearly-pink replacement in the mail by Tuesday.
Tonight it is sleep. Tomorrow it is work. Today is yet another day, and I live to see the next.
I was able to smile today, even when my two-year-old swiftly dipped my cellular phone into a nice, cold glass of pink lemonade. After I fished the phone out of said beverage, it went the way of Disco...dead. No amount of drying and praying or CPR would bring that little teley phoney back to life. The excellent news, after a Grant, of course, is I'll be receiving a lovely new pearly-pink replacement in the mail by Tuesday.
Tonight it is sleep. Tomorrow it is work. Today is yet another day, and I live to see the next.
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