I woke up an hour late this morning. Because I am tired. I am very, very tired today. Yesterday tried to kick my butt.
Okay, here’s what I did in the name of progress (warning – it is not much 🙁 ): I read through SU a couple of times, which I hadn’t read through in months. I read over what I have written so far for HL, and made some notes. I read my stories for class.
Here is what I want to accomplish this weekend (warning – it is a lot): Finish initial draft of HL. Edit SU and PL. Write essay for fiction workshop. Brainstorm for next godawfulpoem for creative writing class. Work on my list of graduate schools.
I also went and got the estimate done on my car yesterday. $2500 and they still haven’t found the guy who hit me. Speaking of which, I need to call the insurance agent today.
I was supposed to have the weekend off, but instead I’m working tonight and tomorrow night, and I’m a bit worried about what this is going to do to my work ethic. I can’t let it interfere, it’s as simple as that. I have a doctor’s appointment this morning, so I can’t even get rolling early. But I’ll get stuff done. I promise.