Got locked out of my office on Saturday. Am eating way too many microwave meals -- portable, quick, can eat with one hand while typing with other. When I get home, the only thing I can do is watch TV and do sudoku puzzles. Fell asleep over a sudoku puzzle on Wednesday. Cannot do a crossword puzzle. Could not think of four-letter exclamation, starting with F, ending with K Misplaced remote control Saturday. Panic ensued. Almost called 911. Heck, if they can help get you extra shrimp on your fried rice..... Listening to music on Jango to help me focus. Have now listened to every song from the 70s and 80s and am halfway through the 90s. Must finish book before I get to Miley Cyrus. This is it for school, folks. No more. I am done.
I'm chained to a computer trying to layout the text of my graduate thesis, i.e., a novella. You know what a novella is, right? It's a novel for people who get tired of typing after 30,000 words.
Please send coffee, chocolate, and a massage therapist to:
Jane c/o What-the-F-Was-I-Thinkin' Yo'all Collage of Literal Artz 1400 North that street that runs one way and is tied up all the time and is way too narrow for an urban street The City that Reads at a 2nd Grade Level, OMalleyLand 212011022023801201