It took me about three hours to get my crap together. Now, with the copying complete and the rest of the night stretching out before me, I will once again return to Stephen King land. I didn't get much reading done this afternoon, so I have to play catch-tup. My goal of having 11/22/63 finished before I return to work next week is becoming less and less realistic. I'm hoping, with my school prep done, I'll be able to concentrate a little more on pleasure reading. (Is it really pleasure reading if I've given myself a deadline and a daily assignment of pages to complete? Sounds more like SK 101: Introduction to Stephen King.)
My daughter is through with dance class in about an hour. That allows me to read about fifty or so pages. Or I may just sit at my desk and stare off into space. My mind is beginning to implode a little.
To paraphrase Stephen King, all work and no play make Saint Marty really, really tired.
...and Saint Marty, too |
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