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Thursday, August 2nd, 2001 - 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!

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!

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"

Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
Slowly, chapter by chapter :-)

On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner

Outlining for two kinds of studyin':
Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson


My new PO Box is:

Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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