procrastination
If it is the NOVEMBER issue of O, The Oprah Magazine, then it shouldn't have a contest entry deadline of 10/28. And wtf is up with the fashion section being all about wearing turquoise jewelry? Is Oprah a fucking hippie now? And really, do they have to put TEN THOUSAND reply cards and perfume things and thick advertising sections in the magazine so that you can't even flip through it? And why can't they put page numbers on the cover next to the headlines? I have flipped through that whole thing (haltingly due to aforementioned reply cards) and still have not found the Christmas dinner recipe.
Speaking of Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law is going to be here in two months and (a) I don't know what I will be cooking on Christmas Eve since at first I wanted to make this fancy Martha Stewart salmon thing but my stepdad doesn't like Salmon, and (b) why are there still a shitload of boxes in the guest room? She has to sleep in here. Seriously, that man cannot follow directions sometimes. Maybe while she is here, she will hem the curtains for the window above the bed. They are like three feet too long.
I am so not working on my screenplay right now like I am supposed to be doing. I have to send it to my critique group tonight. I want to get at least ten pages done today. I wrote six pages before noon, but then I went to meet two girlfriends that I have known since high school for lunch. One didn't show and she was the one I wanted to talk to the most. I like the other one, but I have seen her twice in the last month. The no-show I haven't seen in about ten months, since the last time we all got together for lunch and she announced that her husband had been cheating on her. We called her to see where she was and she said she had completely forgotten and that she and her husband were celebrating their anniversary today. Maybe the therapy is working. If that had been me, I wouldn't have confronted my husband with his inappropriate text messages, I would have served him with divorce papers, but I don't have two small children so I can't judge.
Anyway, I REALLY need to get to work on this script. Really.
Speaking of Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law is going to be here in two months and (a) I don't know what I will be cooking on Christmas Eve since at first I wanted to make this fancy Martha Stewart salmon thing but my stepdad doesn't like Salmon, and (b) why are there still a shitload of boxes in the guest room? She has to sleep in here. Seriously, that man cannot follow directions sometimes. Maybe while she is here, she will hem the curtains for the window above the bed. They are like three feet too long.
I am so not working on my screenplay right now like I am supposed to be doing. I have to send it to my critique group tonight. I want to get at least ten pages done today. I wrote six pages before noon, but then I went to meet two girlfriends that I have known since high school for lunch. One didn't show and she was the one I wanted to talk to the most. I like the other one, but I have seen her twice in the last month. The no-show I haven't seen in about ten months, since the last time we all got together for lunch and she announced that her husband had been cheating on her. We called her to see where she was and she said she had completely forgotten and that she and her husband were celebrating their anniversary today. Maybe the therapy is working. If that had been me, I wouldn't have confronted my husband with his inappropriate text messages, I would have served him with divorce papers, but I don't have two small children so I can't judge.
Anyway, I REALLY need to get to work on this script. Really.
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Ok, so I wrote two more pages for a total of eight. I reached a really good stopping point, so I didn't want to eke out two more pages just to reach an arbitrary number. I'm spent. I hope my husband bought ice cream.
Kate got me into the habit of pulling all the perfume ads and reply cards and all the little cardboard crap out of the magazine before seriously sitting down to read it. One thing I love about Jane is that somewhere in the contents they put a picture of the cover with the page numbers for all the cover stories.
Wow the MIL is coming for Christmas. Yikes. Good luck with THAT! :)
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