I am going to get something written. I am. I swear.

So I decided to get out of the house today, to see if a coffee shop near my house would be more conducive to writing than my living room, where I'm distracted by a multitude of things, minute by minute.

Haven't written a word, unless you count comments on other people's LJ's.  *sigh*

I have paid all the bills, written out sympathy and greeting cards, and shored up my appointment book.  I'm going to work in the box office at the theatre at the end of the month.  Have to learn how to do that.  Hope it doesn't involve lots of numbers.  Ah, well, they know who they've hired.  I don't pretend to be something I'm not.

Um, at least not off stage.  Heh.
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( A salad dressing recipe, if you're so inclined. )

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I'm not sure about the new skin, whether I like it or not.  Of course it's nowhere nearly as fantabulistic as SOME people's.  *cough*

P.S.  I went by the wallpaper place to place my order this morning (thanks for your help, f-list!) and they're closed til Friday.  *headdesk*