Friday,
March 12, 2004
It's Friiiiiday. . .
And
it's payday, which means all of our utilities are now happy campers, and tomorrow
I can take the Hoosiermobile in and have the fuel system cleaned out by Jiffy
Lube. Hopefully that will make it stop shuddering and halting when I drive into
work, and I will stop feeling tense, which is always a good thing. Lord knows
I've got more than enough things to feel tense about right now, as it is.
Hmm. For some reason, I really want to be elbow-deep in a dollhouse again (and I have three kits in the closet and promised one to a daughter of one of the women in my Nanowrimo group, so I even have a good excuse). Of course, I told myself that I couldn't start work on one until I finished the contract document, which may not happen for another week or so. Hmm, perhaps the Vasa ship kit instead. . . no, that would mean that I'd need to clean my office first (well, mainly file stuff, which is impossible at the moment because I have a table blocking the filing cabinet).
Actually, speaking of cleaning, I probably should clean the office before I do anything else -- we've done astoundingly well with the rest of the apartment for the last couple of weeks or so, to the point where people coming home from out-of-town contract jobs would be welcome to drop by should they ever get the chance (she said, looking at the ceiling and whistling innocently). It would be nice to crank out documentation and fiction alike in neat surroundings, instead of the piles of paper and crap currently surrounding me. Tomorrow, maybe.
In the meantime,
I still have some baklava calling my name (hey, I worked out today -- weights
AND recumbent bike. I'm cool).