I couldn’t sleep because of the evil Keeblers gnawing on my toes. It’s a bad day for feet.
So I got up to work on my novel. That was an hour ago. I have:
–answered two emails
–bandied words in the Goodreads librarian forum. (Turns out that if you abbreviate someone’s name you should double-check that the abbreviation you’ve used doesn’t sound like a slang term for a maternal person with whom one would enjoy having carnal relations. )
–fooled around with an ambigram of my altername (mycropht) and decided that what I want for christmas is a tote bag imprinted with said ambigram. Or a Journal. Or something.
–Told a thirteen year old author I met just today that her father was right to deny her permission to get a Facebook account and realised that all of a sudden I have turned into The Lunch Lady.
–Freaked out because I lost my personal logo file in the transfer between computers.
–Remembered that my personal logo file is on this very blog. And thus on this server.
–Written this entirely pointless blog entry about how I need to stop procrastinating….and taking 30 minutes to do so.
This is a bad day for Katherinian Self-Discipline Skills.