Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: August 26, 2001

Sunday,
August 26, 2001

Last day of leisure

I say this, of course, with my tongue poking so far into my cheek it's almost coming out of my ear. Before this week comes to a close, I need to:

get my new fencing doublet finished. Which ain't gonna happen, considering that I only have the body together and still need to put in the shoulder bits and peplum, saddlestitch the outside edges and do buttonholes. But the bulk of the work is done, and I could actually hand-stitch everything else if necessary -- as long as it's ready to go by Friday noon, I'll be happy. And, most importantly, this one ain't gonna shrink.

get this house cleaned. Ahahahahahahahahaha. What means this word, "housework?"

get some writing done. Um, do story notes count?

get the two stories submitted to FutureClassics critiqued, since I'm pretty damn sure I won't have time to do it this week and I don't get back from Philly until late Monday night.

make sure my two roomies are added to the room reservation in Philly, just in case my plane crashes and burns.

put a decent outfit together for my first day of work. I figure clean jeans and a nice top should do just fine.

Yeah, leisure my ass. Too bad I can't mainline caffeine anymore. . .

And on the other side of the Pond

I was talking with the Bodacious Brit earlier, and he said that he's finally been able to get some writing done, now that he knows I have a job and some of the stress is off (I say some because he won't be completely relaxed until one of us has a permanent job over here, but it is a significant reduction in acid-producing tension). Which is good -- any sort of creative enterprise is an improvement on the cabin fever he's been enduring these past few months. The bad thing about the apartment in Stockholm is that it's the Swedish equivalent of an isolation tank -- we're talking bland, boring and tiny. And since all of his stuff is over here, he can't even break up the boredom by working on a camera or tinkering with a computer. I'm surprised he hasn't gone postal or decorated the walls with a few cans of spray paint by now.

But with any luck, deus volent and the crick don't rise, he'll be here in a couple of weeks to do a switch cut. My God -- I'll actually be able to live with my husband for a couple of days! Rapture!

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