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Sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to rant at you
about my landlady, and, as Tim pointed out, she's really not that bad
overall. I just really hate having someone inspect my home and comment
despairingly on my cleaning habits. I'm not dirty, but she has really
high standards. I suspect she just wants to make sure I'm keeping up on
the cleaning. Argh. Okay. Other stuff. Living with Tim is
really wonderful, perhaps a little too wonderful as stuff isn't getting
done. Heh. Yesterday he left early for a job interview at A Certain
Magazine, and he got the job almost as soon as he walked in the door (I
told him he was a sure-in, and he kept knocking wood and telling me I was
being overconfident - bah!). So, he comes back and we're all snuggling
happily in bed when the phone rings. Tim answers it. I don't have my
contacts in, but I see his jaw drop from across the room. It's his book,
I think, something good about his book! Yup. A big-name agent called
him up and asked for a 30-day exclusive on his "really cool book". My
boyfriend is so fuckin' cool. So, you know, lots of celebrating to do
yesterday. We managed to properly celebrate both events AND get some work
done (though mine was of the arm-wrenching, window-scrubbing variety) AND
get to IKEA to buy some shelving so our groceries won't have to live on
the floor any longer. We called up Susan to join us for sushi - the three
of us are all very good at celebrating-at-a-moments-notice. All very
nice. I should go do something on my to-do list now. Ta!
Genuis of Deceit by Tim
Pratt On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner
Outlining for two
kinds of studyin':
My new PO Box is: Heather Shaw
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Channeling Ms. Jones
Where does time go? I mean, I thought I'd have loads of time this week to
do all the things that have been piling up (due to moves in and out of
house and various other festivities), but suddenly it's Thursday, coming
up on noon, and I've still not finished most of what I needed to have done
yesterday. I spent 2 and a half hours scrubbing all the windows in my
bedroom (5! Why do I have to have 5 windows?!), as well as my bathroom
for the landlady inspection. Then, of course, she doesn't ask to see the
room, but does mention she wants to do another walkthrough of
the bloody entire house! Why? I hate hate hate doing
walkthroughs with her and I got up early last Saturday with a hangover and
went through one and now she says she wants another go at it! Says she
wants to wait 'till we're settled so she can see walls and outlets
better! What? I don't know why she thinks that having us settled in the
house will suddenly clear away the walls for her to
inspect! Grrr! Exercise log:
Gaah! Am developing slight double chin in photos. I'd blame this on the
new postures my physical therapist wants me to adopt (standing w/chin
tucked in like "military dude") 'cept photos were taken before that appt.
Writing log:
A few attempts at an article that was due yesterday. Will write this
afternoon, I promise!
I'm currently reading:
bridget jones: the edge of reson by helen
fielding
v. funny though is making self sound like British
totty; also, boyfriend keeps stealing book and using words
like "bloody" and (better) "shag"
Slowly,
chapter by chapter :-)
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson
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Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
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