It’s eight o’clock Friday night. Where are you?
I’m still at work, ending a really spectacular week (sense the irony, reader) and watching this printer spool 1veryslow% at a time. All I want is my printed book. Just give me the book and let me go home.
62%.
Actually, I’m not going home; I’m crossing the street (to Starbucks, where I’m too cheap to pay for Internet, and ergo, without distractions) to try and catch up the NaNo, maybe get ahead a little bit (the other day I turned out about 2,000 half-decent words in forty-five minutes, so it’s not a totally ridiculous idea), polish off the film review for Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show: 30 Days and 30 Nights, from Hollywood to the Heartland due on Monday. Yes, that is the name of the film.
I saw said film last night, but clearly ate or drank something before it that did not settle well, and finally had to leave because I was so nauseous. Times Square is the last place in the world to be when you are nauseous. I had to get home. Briefly considered paying the obscene amount it would be for a taxi, but realized that sitting in the back seat of a car would be the worst thing - my car tolerance has all but disappeared in the last two and a half years of being a New Yorker - and decided an underground train really was the best plan. So I managed the subway and walked home from a further stop, and the cold air really was a Good Thing. I was weak when I got home, but happy to be there.
83%.
And I’m fine, now. Very excited about this weekend. We are planning to see No Country for Old Men (one of my most anticipated films of the year), go to a “wig” party (we have no wigs, so I’m not sure how that will work), and on Sunday, I am tickling the ivories at church for the first time ever at the Village Church and the first time in probably about three or four years in public. I played two services a week, every week for years at my home church in a fairly decent band, but I quit during my last year of college from sheer exhaustion. But now I’m revived. I’ve been thinking of doing this for about a year, and now that I have a piano at home, there’s nothing stopping me from doing it.
So I am.
93%.
Jen Boerema wrote:
Bravo!
No, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I’ve checked in sporadically on your blog for a year or two, and it’s one of my favorites of all time. :) Even my family and friends know that tomandalissa.com is high on my list of bloggers. I don’t even remember how I found it. Most likely from a link after one of your articles on Relevant or something.
In any case, bravo for taking on the challenge of NaNoWriMo, and for taking such a lovely interest in words in the first place! Your blog is inspiring, chic, and always something new to chew on. Thanks!
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