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No one talks about Madame de Stael.
Jul. 8th, 2004 09:33 pmOn a scale of 1 to 10, I rate this day a "purple" in accordance to the homoland security level of alert.
Actually, today has been fine, I'm just very out of it. I had training for a freelance research project from 10 am to 12:30, went over to therapy for an hour, went to the library to talk with DYA about weekend plans, went to the train where I ran into Edith Edit and chatted with her the whole way, went home to visit with DAYP, and for the past two hours I've been mostly hiding in the office. I've been itching to write for nearly two days on my story idea but haven't had time, and this evening I had a chunk of time but no inclination to write. No worries though, as I got many other parts of schoolwork done and now I'm going to curl up on the orange couch with my book about a woman going crazy in prison. Which is also for school.
And tomorrow, if my manifestation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drinkasyoupour this evening went as planned, I'll be on my way to critically-acclaimed and widely published and fiscally solvent with a well-endowed boytoy plaything to boot. Sure, maybe it was shallow, but while throwing things on the manifestation pyre, why not burn a request to the universe for it? Stranger things have happened.
Actually, today has been fine, I'm just very out of it. I had training for a freelance research project from 10 am to 12:30, went over to therapy for an hour, went to the library to talk with DYA about weekend plans, went to the train where I ran into Edith Edit and chatted with her the whole way, went home to visit with DAYP, and for the past two hours I've been mostly hiding in the office. I've been itching to write for nearly two days on my story idea but haven't had time, and this evening I had a chunk of time but no inclination to write. No worries though, as I got many other parts of schoolwork done and now I'm going to curl up on the orange couch with my book about a woman going crazy in prison. Which is also for school.
And tomorrow, if my manifestation with
drinkasyoupour this evening went as planned, I'll be on my way to critically-acclaimed and widely published and fiscally solvent with a well-endowed boytoy plaything to boot. Sure, maybe it was shallow, but while throwing things on the manifestation pyre, why not burn a request to the universe for it? Stranger things have happened.
