I should be packing. I should be pulling the weeds out of our massively overgrown vegetable garden. I should be reading or working on my pages or starting my two new books or redeeming my iTunes gift certificate Zesty gave me for my birthday.
What am I doing instead? Reading spoilers for Gilmore Girls next season, catching up on bad celebrity gossip and reading way, way too much into my horoscope for this month.
And yet, I feel so guilty for doing, well nothing, even though we've been so bloody busy so far this summer and haven't really stopped to well, even grocery shop (which, when I told my RRMIL [rock and roll mother-in-law] that we hadn't bought groceries in close to a month, she gasped, audibly), that I should be catching up on something—and yet I can't pull myself out of this chair to even wash my face or brush my teeth.
Now aren't you embarrassed for me?
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Nope, not embarrassed at all....I find myself doing the same thing. Quite regularly!
congratulations on your exciting word count!
if it helps, I am spending my summer "working on my dissertation," which is turning into reading spoliers for all my shows, catching up on bad celebrity gossip, and watching probably too much tv. I have decided to just be happy with the work I am doing, and enjoy my tv gossipy fun stuff!
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