22 July
So yesterday I awoke, stretched, yawned prettily, and wondered why I felt so rested when the alarm had yet to ring. I then glanced at the clock, saw that it was 11a, and light dawned.
No flies on me!
So I called in and embarrassedly admitted to forgetting to turn on the alarm (or turning it off in my sleep or whatever) and got to work at 12.30p, rather red-faced.
It's funny, though, because I tend to be pretty obsessive about checking that I have tuned on the alarm, and disturb various cats at least twice a night after settling down in order to sit up and squint at the clock.
Guess I didn't that night!
What is a deadline?
A deadline is the day that you start to write your article. No, I don't mean Tell Me a Story (did you read the new one? Check out Sandra's and Lucy's columns as well!), I mean the collaborative article for Metajournals that I'm writing with The Journalist That Must Not Be Named, Renee and Amanda.
It's due today. I haven't started it yet. This is about par for me, actually. Just ask Sandra!
Nik's coming back today from his rugged, manly camp-out at the Ramada Inn at Lake Placid.
O, I'm only teasing. He couldn't get a cabin on such short notice, so he decided to stay at the motel at night, and hike and camp and pee outdoors in the day. I sure hope it wasn't as hot and dreadful in Adirondack Park as it has been here!
I wonder if we're speaking? I guess I'll find out this afternoon...
'Bye Gabby! You will be missed.
One year ago today:
"(Indian music loud enough to wake the dead) THUMP bang bang bang bang THUMP pause pause start again."
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