I've switched to sweatpants now, because this office is cold. I'm also sitting with my back to my desk, because I hit the wall this afternoon. I suddenly found myself staring at the screen, having accomplished nothing in about half an hour.
Now Chris has come home, and that's a pleasant distraction. I frightened the bejeepers out of him with my classic cathartic stress-reliever method of suddenly singing a high note in an opera voice. I scared him so badly that he ended up rocking himself in the fetal position. He then discovered that he couldn't say "cathartic," but kept saying "carthotic."
Now he's going to make me some tea, even though I have two half-finished pots of tea from yesterday.
Now I'll go find some more triumphant music and get back to work. (I'm on page 8.)
8 comments:
Poor Maryanne. So much to do, so little mind...I mean time. Oh, and poor Chris, having Maryanne scare him like that. You'll make it. I believe in you! (Of course, I also believe in Leprachauns and aardvarks, so take that with a grain of salt)
Do you remember when the whole audience catharted together?
Did they say "Excuse me"?
Um, I'm pretty sure aardvarks are real.
But I believe in Mary!
You sexy thing.
Where you from?
Hope Chris has recovered from his fright! :) I may have to try out the high opera note sometime when I'm stressed, although my neighbours might not be so keen!
You'll get there...I just know it!
Yes Meg, aardvarks are real...that was the joke. sigh
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