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So, real life is annoying. My friends' wedding ate my brain, and at this point, if the wedding itself were a physical thing, I'd have beaten it to a bloody pulp with a wooden sword.
*sigh*
And I did it *again* - I spent almost all of March totally over-scheduled doing things with friends (and wedding crap) and didn't make any time for myself to write or focus or figure out my life/job situation. I need to get really defensive and hyper-protective of my personal time in April.
After all, by the end of April, I have to:
- write 4 columns/articles about sex
- create and deliver (on April 21) two workshops
- come up with a plan of action for doing the first 2 things on a regular basis and making a living off them
- and oh yeah, and WRITE A NOVEL
*sigh*
Amusement of the day - So I get up yesterday morning, having overslept to the point of feeling hung over, and start babbling at my husband about how I had that dream again where I'm having sex with Ewan McGregor's wife, Eve. His response? "I love that you have to preface that story with the word 'again'."
*blush* Well, yeah. Because I *never* get to the actual threesome with Ewan before I wake up. I'm going to have to keep having that dream over and over until I get them both in bed at the same time. ;)
*sigh*
And I did it *again* - I spent almost all of March totally over-scheduled doing things with friends (and wedding crap) and didn't make any time for myself to write or focus or figure out my life/job situation. I need to get really defensive and hyper-protective of my personal time in April.
After all, by the end of April, I have to:
- write 4 columns/articles about sex
- create and deliver (on April 21) two workshops
- come up with a plan of action for doing the first 2 things on a regular basis and making a living off them
- and oh yeah, and WRITE A NOVEL
*sigh*
Amusement of the day - So I get up yesterday morning, having overslept to the point of feeling hung over, and start babbling at my husband about how I had that dream again where I'm having sex with Ewan McGregor's wife, Eve. His response? "I love that you have to preface that story with the word 'again'."
*blush* Well, yeah. Because I *never* get to the actual threesome with Ewan before I wake up. I'm going to have to keep having that dream over and over until I get them both in bed at the same time. ;)
