Today I spent most of my day doing the following things:
driving all over the freaking metro
spending money I don't have on Christmas decorations
sleeping
And I really should have been working on my paper that's due on Monday, reading the book I'm supposed to read for Monday and getting my final portfolio started so that I'm not freaking out about that next weekend. Because I have 6 of 15 to 20 pages written of my final work. Yikes.
I did, however, get the battery replaced in my car, which you know, is only a month old (they did it for free, thank GOD). I got a 'loaner' car for the three hours it took because there were so many people waiting and it was an Oldsmobile Alero, which is a fine car, but it's a lot bigger and heavier than my little Corolla. I'm sure people were amused watching me try to park it. Ha.
Has anyone ever noticed the driving on the freeway is like a ballet? Cars moving into lanes in tandem, darting back and forth, speeding up and slowing down. Watching cars that are at the bottom of a hill when you're at the top, you see them moving gracefully between lanes, creating patterns on the road and choreographing their way to wherever they are going. Maybe I'm the only one that thinks that, but try watching sometime - it's like a huge, progressive ballet. Especially when you're a classical music nerd like me and have KSJN on while you're driving.
And...back to work on the pressing question of "what do writers do?"
Quote o' the day:
"Life must be understood backwards; but... it must be lived forward." - Soren Kierkegaard
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