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abracanabra) wrote2006-04-28 10:26 pm
abracanabra) wrote2006-04-28 10:26 pm
Yesterday's Day Log: Yay! Farmer's Market.
6:30 a.m. - alarm goes off
Nooooooooooooooo! After the Muse's birthday celebrations, I am exhausted, hung-over, and slightly drunk. Time to go to work.
7:00 a.m.
Evidence is found that there was a tragedy in the night. Foundling has chewed off the string of Himself's new yo-yo about two inches up. There is much lamenting.
11:45 a.m. - en route to home
Farmer's Market has started again in downtown Minneapolis! Yay! I wander through the streets, eat the free samples of cinnamon sugar almonds and fresh cheese curds, smell the flowers and fresh herbs, eye the strange vegetables speculatively. It's not quite in full swing yet--there are stalls that I know are missing, and the assortment looks slightly patchy to my eye--but it's a good beginning.
1:46 p.m.
Urgh. I swear I already took painkillers. Stupid body.
2:11 p.m. - working on writing
I am beginning to seriously doubt the worthiness of the Absolute Write newsletter as a writing newsletter. I frequently suspect that the articles are written by people who know less about writing than I do. It just doesn't come across as particularly...professional.
2:29 p.m.
Proposed Onion article title: "Wind Slams Door. Cat Levitates 3 Feet."
3:18 p.m. - doing a bit of curbside gardening
This would be so much easier if I knew what was weed and what was plant--and if plant, whether it was one that I even wanted to keep around! As it is, I'm stumbling around in the dark on gardening. I think I might go back and do a bit of container gardening. That's reassuringly familiar, and I'd stand a fair chance at guessing what's coming out of the pot! On the plus side, at the Farmer's Market, I did learn the name of one of the plants growing in the backyard: King of Hearts.
4:07 p.m. - writing
"Murder Ballads" might have too many stories in it to make good listening while I'm writing my story. 'Twas great for plotting, though!
4:39 p.m.
Names...beginnings...I hate them all!
4:44 p.m.
I hear a clatter. I go downstairs. Foundling sprints to hide behind the couch.
Nothing was broken, but he *knew* he was being bad. I think he was crawling around inside the dishwasher, which I'd left open when I was putting away clean dishes.
5:11 p.m.
I'm highly amused that the Gmail text sizes allowed are small, regular, large, and huge.
Done Today:
* worked 1/2 day at office
* picked up prescription from Walgreen's
* made bed
* quick-cleaned bathroom
* did laundry
* spot-gardened
* made green Thai curry with rice for dinner
* writing stuff: Dreams & Visions
Nooooooooooooooo! After the Muse's birthday celebrations, I am exhausted, hung-over, and slightly drunk. Time to go to work.
7:00 a.m.Evidence is found that there was a tragedy in the night. Foundling has chewed off the string of Himself's new yo-yo about two inches up. There is much lamenting.
11:45 a.m. - en route to home
Farmer's Market has started again in downtown Minneapolis! Yay! I wander through the streets, eat the free samples of cinnamon sugar almonds and fresh cheese curds, smell the flowers and fresh herbs, eye the strange vegetables speculatively. It's not quite in full swing yet--there are stalls that I know are missing, and the assortment looks slightly patchy to my eye--but it's a good beginning.
1:46 p.m.
Urgh. I swear I already took painkillers. Stupid body.
2:11 p.m. - working on writingI am beginning to seriously doubt the worthiness of the Absolute Write newsletter as a writing newsletter. I frequently suspect that the articles are written by people who know less about writing than I do. It just doesn't come across as particularly...professional.
2:29 p.m.
Proposed Onion article title: "Wind Slams Door. Cat Levitates 3 Feet."
3:18 p.m. - doing a bit of curbside gardeningThis would be so much easier if I knew what was weed and what was plant--and if plant, whether it was one that I even wanted to keep around! As it is, I'm stumbling around in the dark on gardening. I think I might go back and do a bit of container gardening. That's reassuringly familiar, and I'd stand a fair chance at guessing what's coming out of the pot! On the plus side, at the Farmer's Market, I did learn the name of one of the plants growing in the backyard: King of Hearts.
4:07 p.m. - writing
"Murder Ballads" might have too many stories in it to make good listening while I'm writing my story. 'Twas great for plotting, though!
4:39 p.m.
Names...beginnings...I hate them all!
4:44 p.m.
I hear a clatter. I go downstairs. Foundling sprints to hide behind the couch.
Nothing was broken, but he *knew* he was being bad. I think he was crawling around inside the dishwasher, which I'd left open when I was putting away clean dishes.
5:11 p.m.
I'm highly amused that the Gmail text sizes allowed are small, regular, large, and huge.
Done Today:
* worked 1/2 day at office
* picked up prescription from Walgreen's
* made bed
* quick-cleaned bathroom
* did laundry
* spot-gardened
* made green Thai curry with rice for dinner
* writing stuff: Dreams & Visions