2:38 p.m. Applied to a job that I'm way under qualified for. Registered on a new website to specifically apply just for that job.
2:45 p.m. Returned to my manuscript for National Novel Writing Month. Am at least 1,000 words behind schedule because of yesterday's procrastination.
2:50 p.m. Forgot to lock my door again. Mom burst into my room. I tell her to get out. She say, "What? I'm not bothering you." Isn't that up to the bothered party to decide? Because bothersome people don't know when they're being bothersome?
2:55 p.m. Watched some clips of late night shows on Hulu.
3:10 p.m. Reading LA Times. Missing LA. Mainly the weather. And running through my route in Griffith Park.
Maybe it's time to go continue my writing at Barnes & Noble. Must go to the gym today, since I didn't go yesterday, and I can feel my thighs growing again. Although my calves are still in pain from Monday and Tuesday's workouts.
3:15 p.m. Flossed and brushed my teeth. Felt sexy fresh and clean after. Not just fresh, sexy fresh. Must do these mid-afternoon floss+brushings more often.
3:27 p.m. Was thinking about how my mother always complains about my sleepwear. I have two pairs of velour lounge pants that I absolutely live in. She nags that I don't have proper pajamas, the matching set kind. I guess partly because they're more feminine? Or ladylike, whatever? Little does she know that I have some pretty racy lingerie buried in my underwear drawer.
Not that I have a boyfriend or husband. I bet every woman has a piece of sexy lace- or silk-something though, regardless of relationship status.
Went to pick up some crafting supplies at Michael's and Jo-ann's.
6:20 p.m. Finally got to Barnes&Noble, found a table, and sat down to write. But there were a million little kids there for some reason so it was a zoo. Hating all little kids right about now. Sooo freakin loud. Determined to choke out my 2,000 words and get the hell out of there. So far am at 201 words for the day. Let's see how much I can get done here. Or at least how long it'll take me.
6:39 p.m. 352 words. Little kids are still making this place a madhouse.
6:53 p.m. 792 words. Screaming kids. Now the adult kids (i.e. adolescent kids + a few of those bellowing types of guys) are filling up the roar of children by trying to yell over them. What is this, a pub ? Is it happy hour at Barnes & Noble? Wow. I really gotta get out of the suburbs. There needs to be more independently owned coffee shops and bookstores around here. Something.
7:02 p.m. 988 words. Am seriously guessing it may be 988 words of jumbled crap. Zoo is still here. Trying to survive at least one hour here of writing before heading to the gym.
7:09 p.m. 1148 words. Can't take much more of this. Getting out of here to get my workout on.
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