I am completely lethargic.
The book is still getting written - see word count: 27,668. I need to keep up the pressure this week because next week I have a lot of freelance work booked.
Tomorrow I have to meet with an accountant to review my tax strategy. I am dreading it. Almost as much as going back to the dentist Thursday to find out if I need a root canal. ugh.
I hope it is just the weather - 3 sunless grey rainy and/or overcast days in a row, or else I am spiralling into a funk about turning 40 in less than a month.
Tug of war in my head:
My teeth are rotting because I'm getting old.
My teeth are rotting because I snack on licorice.
I can't believe I don't have my tax issues under control and I'm embarassed to show how much/little I earned.
I have zero debt and I'm doing ok.
You know, my first book wasn't that bad - I should send it to more people.
It completely sucks. I should shove it under my desk and focus on #2
Please please let it be sunny soon. One more grey day and the evil, pessimistic side will win.
Tomorrow: winter tires, prepare for tax man, mapquest taxman's office, meet with tax man. Oh boy can't wait. Also need to crank out more NaNo words that have nothing to do with root canal, winter tires or tax.
re: chick flick film festival. There were 8 of us total and it was actually fun -well, I had fun - I hope the others had fun. We watched Failure to Launch - cute, funny. ShopGirl - gets a thumbs down from me - too dark, and then Pretty in Pink - some things are just best left in the 80's.
Tonight I watched Friends with Money - can someone please explain it to me? I'm lost. Maybe I'm just too borderline cranky to appreciate it. At least explain why Jennifer Aniston gave that idiot personal trainer money.