The heat in my apartment just went out again.
No progress made on the memoir rewrites. I stared balefully at it, it stared balefully back, and I blinked and went and ran errands all day.
No progress made on the memoir rewrites. I stared balefully at it, it stared balefully back, and I blinked and went and ran errands all day.
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I remember that feeling from my wretched M.A. digital portfolio, the staring at each other. I hope tomorrow goes better.
Also, I imagine that the mix CDs, which have been burned, will go out this week; the two books should be on their way to you. :-) I know it's a small thing; if anything else I can do would cheer you, let me know.
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I read that last part as "it went out and ran errands all day." which would, frankly, been quite amazing. If those are the sorts of things a memoir can do, I think I need to get busy and write one.
On the serious side, that really sucks about your heat. Good luck on getting that fixed soon.
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