I'm all set up to work, and have been so for hours now, but I've only written a little less than a page of Chapter One. (This puts me at page 11 of 100). I'm all set up at the kitchen table, with all my books around me, and I have a detailed outline written, but: blah. I stare at the computer screen, and I zone out. After this, I'm going to have to unplug my network card, to keep myself from being tempted to check my e-mail and play on the Internet anymore. If it was earlier in the day, I'd go for a walk, but I think I'd just get tired and not feel like working.
(Can you believe I had to go back and edit that, so that it wouldn't mess up my blog?)
Okay, that felt better.
I am wearing: my traditional uniform, right down to the rubber-soled slippers. But with bobbly pigtails, still.
I am listening to: Greatest Latin, this CD that Andru (neighbour boy) lent Meg, for tomorrow night's IVCF coffee house. Combined with the cup of tea I'm drinking, I can almost pretend I'm at Abstractions. (Minus cute waiter boy.)
I am currently consuming: cold leftover Kraft Dinner (why am I so disgusting? Did you notice what I ate for breakfast?), peppermint tea and copious amounts of water.
I am grumpy because: Dr. B doesn't think I used the word "teleological" properly, and I think I did. I even checked the OED! Is it bad that I want to copy the definition and send it to him, and then not change my wording?
How'm I feelin'? Hot hot hot
I am amused by: the word "dongle".