I spent the entirety of today editing a dense document about opioid addiction, and maybe it was power of suggestion but all I did was yawwwwwwnnnnn. I had to keep getting up to zumba a bit, just to keep the blood flowing and the eyelids upright. "Scream & Shout" by will.i.am and Britney Spears was my song of choice — it's great for kitchen zumba. Eddie Dance Party would've been proud of me.
OK, true confession, I did take some breaks:
- I am dying of anticipation for the Veronica Mars movie!!!!! I have watched the trailer approximately 9.2 trillion times. Approximately.
- Mimosa has me hooked on this ridiculous Help site. My conversation with my ghost (Help! I have a ghost) was particularly instructive.
- Husband took me to Starbucks so I could use the freaking HELOC credit card. I also bought Mimosa, my karate kid, a smoothie. Two down, one to go.
I have got to get to bed early tonight! Early-ish. Before midnight. I'm not done with opium (you know what I mean), and I really need to finish tomorrow; I've got two, count 'em, two jobs for Friday. No weekend work! Finish the opium! This is my rallying cry.
—Lady C, who ate salad at two, count 'em, two meals today, also fruit and salmon and whole-grain cereal