Yesterday morning I decided to take the entire week off from running. My thinking was that I needed to recharge my batteries. This has turned out to be a good idea. The anxiousness I was feeling on Monday has subsided for now. Right now I am pumped full of energy, my body is eager to run. I'll still take tomorrow off and start fresh on Monday, but I'm happy that I too the week off.
Yesterday I seemed to get some nice responses to the basement song entry on Popdose. I'm always concerned that whatever song I write about isn't going to appeal to the readers and that they're going to gleam over it. But when I simply put myself out there and just write about the songs that are important to me, something nice happens and the entries seem to be more effective.
The thought still flits around in my head to collect all of the entries and try to get them published. After all of these years I am still toying with the idea of having my own book. I guess since the movie writing thing is slow as molasses, I should look at other avenues to get people reading my stuff. Obviously, thunderbolt and Popdose are two avenues.
I am looking forward to the weekend, though I doubt I'll get to sleep in. That GDC drives me nuts every morning. "Meow, meow." Last night Julie commented that the cat was looking very skinny. I agree, most likely because she doesn't eat any of the food we put out for her. I would hate to think that she's sick and somehow suffereing, I don't despise the cat that much.
Actually, I don't despise it at all, except when she wakes me up every morning at 5:30 and when she leaves chocolate surprises in the middle of the kitche... and the living room... and the hallway... and the toyroom... and three freakin' feet from her litter box. Ah, good times.
Still no Obama pin.