Saturday, Nov. 13, 2004 - 4:28 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Slicing fingernails and Cherry Tomatoes
A totally quick entry.
This is what I did today:
Well that's about it. I'm happy cuz the cabbage and green cherry tomatoes are taken care of and not rotting. The dishes and the floor are clean (well vacuumed, let's not talk about the washing it needs with all that cooking!). And I got most of the work I set for myself to finish as my goal for the day done. Yay!
Tomorrow: make them salted tomatoes into green tomato ketchup, find SOMETHING to take to the mother of that little girl who came to visit, since I am invited to her surprise birthday party tomorrow. This is when you realize you know a lot about what someone treats "slaves" like in a fetish club, and NOTHING about their home, their likes and dislikes, their taste etc. Dang. Hotsauce just called me since he is invited too... and he is having the same problem. Maybe she'll get a jar of homemade green tomato ketchup. hehe.
After figuring out what to give her, draw comics page, draw the 1.5 drawings still missing for the Adult Ed contract, draw the sketch for the magazine story (New Year's Eve between two old friends in their 60's... sort of a nice ladies bonding tale), and then get to the party for 7:30 pm.
It is a wine and cheese and lots of people are going out to a fetish playspace afterwards. I will come home and finish the colors on the dog cover. And then hopefully that will be ALL my contract work for Monday DONE.
So that Sunday I can put together my stuff for teaching at the college on Tuesday (I leave on Monday afternoon), do two extra pages of comics for while I am away, get the dog ready, pack, and work on the Leo's dog book.
I think I have it under control.
It is boggling how well I do when I am busy. I procrastinate, get all neurotic and chase my tail when work doesn't come in, and I am all wishywashy about what needs doing when. Very strange. Or not. I guess that my self-esteem is all tied up in my work ethic. So when I am not working, instead of getting a lot done, I beat myself up, get depressed, don't know whether to look for work, do other housework, take time off, or socialize. Dang. So silly.
I must admit I am still mulling over the father thing. Do I just ignore him forever? Do I write back something noncommittal? Do I address the issues? Do I flush him forever now that his "change" has turned into recidivism on the asshole front? Do I ignore the issue and just shop for a christmas present? Dang.
Well, that is not a problem for tonight (though I admit it invades my headspace while minutely slicing cherry tomatoes ... who the HELL slices cherry tomatoes instead of letting them freeze on the vine??).
Off to bed. Another busy day tomorrow. And YAY my floor is vacuumed! It makes me so happy!!!
Here is my horoscope for Friday, November 12:
Hmmm. Bizarrely this could be my horoscope for like forever. And yet it didn't apply today. A totally good day. No petty issues. No spoiling. No overreacting. And no patience was needed. But maybe I should print this out and carry it in my pocket!! tah!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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