I'm just a little bit busy. I'm mostly busy trying to put together everything I need to bring with me tomorrow when I talk with a former boss about a letter of recommendation. I keep thinking I don't have all the forms I need, and I know--I just know--I'm going to forget the addressed, stamped envelopes. Darnit.
I'm also tired. It's after 10 and I have this goal of getting to bed by 10:30, but I almost never make it, mostly due to a desire to watch the Food Network and check my email and browse a bit on amusing websites, not to mention the three books that I am currently trying to read. Dangit.
Which brings me to the third reason: Jane Eyre is sitting next to me on my bed. And I need to read it. Like, now. So.
Righto. Tallyho. Farewell.
You ain't gettin' nothin' more outta me tonight.
1 comment:
Thanks for at least blogging about why you can't blog. With the Food Network AND Mr. Rochester competing for your attention, I'm flattered that you set aside a few minutes for lil' old me, too. :)
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