I now have more freelance work than I know what to do with. I'm sitting in a bicycling outfit waiting for my turn on e's road bike, trying to muster the enegy to walk to the dep (Montrealspeak for convenience store) to buy milk, avoiding the extra work I need to do tonight, also avoiding the additional LCD monitor research I have to do and not-so-secretly wishing I could just curl up with Villette.
The book? My book? Zero progress. None. Nada. All blame belongs to me. I suck at balancing more than one thing at a time. I never could juggle. I'm so tired and cranky that I shouldn't have too many friends or people wanting to work with me for much longer so my free time might open up again.
Off to get milk because we know that having no milk for my morning coffee gets extremely ugly.