Submitted by megan on Thu, 01/29/2009 - 23:55
This will be a radically different kind of busy weekend than last. It will not involve kilts, for one thing, or wigs, or one too many beers, or flapping my gums when I didn't mean to after one too many beers. Even if what I said was the right thing to say.
I've got quite a list to get through, most of it very fun stuff. I've got the idea for a new project burbling away, at that point where I think it's a wicked idea, but where the fuck do I think I'm going to find the time for it. I love this stage, where it could be anything, and will be everything brilliant.
Then there's the two writing projects: one I need to finish already, the other I need to start and finish. Then there's the general writing, the 20 minutes I've not managed to do again since that first time.
But it starts off with lots of non-wordy fun. Steve and I are going to have dinner tomorrow night, after which we will repair to our garage so that he can introduce me to the weights and other sundry workout equipment we have there.
When the tough get down, the down pick up heavy shit, is what I wrote to him today.
And then Saturday morning, I'll cross Somerset Street to make pancakes for the KGRF, and nothing says happy weekend like toddlers throwing themselves at you with glee.
It will be the perfect antidote to this week, which, by and large, has been frustrating and sad and thank the fuck god there's only one more day.