It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm at my favorite, the coffeehouse laundromat. I just ordered a turkey pesto sandwich, and Im praying its not made on wheat bread, like I'm looking at. So gross. Thank God, it wasn't.
I'm starting to enjoy coming here on Sunday afternoon, and doing my laundry ... Sunday afternoon. It's kind of fun being here on Sunday night, and i seem to get a little bit of work done. I love all the hip posers who hang out here, doing their laundry, mixed with the occasional weirdo leeching the free internet.
I've been playing too much wow, working on my twink, Snow White. I can feel myself wanting to go home and work on her some more. Which I probably will do, even though I should be writing. But that's okay.
I'm starting to feel again like I want to quit my job, and just do massage. But even if I don't, I will ... I figure even if I slowly write the novel, that is good enough.
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