March 13, 2007

I went to bed last night at 10:00 thinking I was going to get to bed at a decent hour and get a good solid 8 hours of sleep.

Then I made the big mistake of picking up my book. I got so into it that I had to finish it and I did - at 1 a.m.

Idiot!

The book was The Dive From Claussen's Pier. And while I kept thinking that the next page was going to bring something predictable, it didn't. I like that in a book.

Enough to totally wipe me out the next day.

Which leads to the excitement of getting to start a whole new book today. I love that. I'm trial running a couple to see which one will fit into my mood right now.

My god. All these decisions! Will the madness never end?

I mean, what should I do next? Fill the bird feeders or gather up towels for laundry?

Scrub a tub?

Maybe I should continue on cleaning out my studio to make room the arrival next week of the new treadmill!

What to do. What to do.

I can't stand the pressure of it all.

Ahem.

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