Worcestershire dreams
Dec. 12th, 2003 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyOh, the joys of Christmas. Twinkling lights, festive garland and the aroma of Worcestershire floating in the air.. Happy times.
I woke up this morning to a loud crash from the kitchen. M had fumbled into the fridge shelf, knocking a bottle of Worcestershire into the floor, where it promptly shattered. He was not amused. I can see his point, as he was cleaning up the floor instead of on his way to work. I'll need to mop, but he did a pretty good job of getting the stuff up. I feel pretty lucky about being married to a guy who wouldn't think of just leaving it there for his sick wife to clean up when she wakes up. :)
I really have to write an article for MM today, since the deadline is Sunday and I cannot be trusted to write on the weekend. Time is just slipping away, and I haven't the faintest idea where to start. Not that I'm getting stressed or anything. (But I'm lying, I AM getting stressed.. ha! Not moody though, just worried a little bit about everything that has to be done.) This project has already been a lot of fun. I've met people I would never have talked to otherwise, and there's some incredible talent. I think we're all a little concerned at fitting in with the collective talent, though, wondering if we're worthy. At least, that's the feeling I've gotten.. maybe there's more self-confidence floating around than I've picked up on. I don't know. I think that's pretty healthy, though, in this case. In any event, I have to get started, though I'm dreading it. :)
Off to dry my hair. Have I ever mentioned how very much I hate drying my hair? Because I do. A lot.
I woke up this morning to a loud crash from the kitchen. M had fumbled into the fridge shelf, knocking a bottle of Worcestershire into the floor, where it promptly shattered. He was not amused. I can see his point, as he was cleaning up the floor instead of on his way to work. I'll need to mop, but he did a pretty good job of getting the stuff up. I feel pretty lucky about being married to a guy who wouldn't think of just leaving it there for his sick wife to clean up when she wakes up. :)
I really have to write an article for MM today, since the deadline is Sunday and I cannot be trusted to write on the weekend. Time is just slipping away, and I haven't the faintest idea where to start. Not that I'm getting stressed or anything. (But I'm lying, I AM getting stressed.. ha! Not moody though, just worried a little bit about everything that has to be done.) This project has already been a lot of fun. I've met people I would never have talked to otherwise, and there's some incredible talent. I think we're all a little concerned at fitting in with the collective talent, though, wondering if we're worthy. At least, that's the feeling I've gotten.. maybe there's more self-confidence floating around than I've picked up on. I don't know. I think that's pretty healthy, though, in this case. In any event, I have to get started, though I'm dreading it. :)
Off to dry my hair. Have I ever mentioned how very much I hate drying my hair? Because I do. A lot.
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Date: 2003-12-12 03:32 pm (UTC)Off to the beach to build sandcastles now :P
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Date: 2003-12-12 03:50 pm (UTC)