February 3rd, 2003
Man, I started out with the best intentions today. I had planned on getting a ton of writing done, exercising, and a little housekeeping. Of course what ended up happening was I talked with a couple of friends, downloaded a bunch of info for the story I’m currently writing, and fiddle farted around until the day was gone. UGH!
My only saving grace was that I actually did squeeze in some exercise, which if you knew me you’d realize what a miracle that was indeed.
On a brighter note, I did pick up a pretty fun, although not necessarily happy ending sort of book. It’s called “It’s My F***ing Birthday” by Merrill Markoe. The first couple pages alone are worth the price of the book.
