MorgaineLaFay
goodirishgirl
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2001
- Posts
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Every morning when I wake up ... this is what I tell myself needs to be done. Get you sweet ass outta bed, make bed, put on workout clothes, do your exercise routine. Shower while coffee is brewing, blow hair out straight, dress, have a little coffee, get on with your endless list of projects.
Here is what really happens...
Get out of bed, put on workout clothes, look at the fat cat lyin in bed, think to self will make it later, why disrupt her sleep? I walk down the long hall my hand absently runs along the half un-sanded portions, I will get to that after my workout. Go out to front of house, open all blinds, take a moment to enjoy the beautiful waterfront view, the sound of the rain hammering down on the roof, turn on music, start work through routine, glance over at the black screen of the monitor in the corner, its in stand-by mode, but it is screaming out for me. Some how, through the grace of a miracle I turn a 45 minute workout into 25 minutes. Happy with my self I log on the puter, check email, etc etc etc. The phone rings, I glance down at it, a single lightening bolt shoots through the center of my body,
I’m off the puter on the on phone, a huge smile on my face, chat for a few then its back to work. I return to the back of the house to begin sanding, I look at my watch after what feels like hours, roll my eyes, it STILL says 11:45, I still need to get a new battery. I wonder if so-and-so has written me back, wonder if *&^*&@ is on-line? Dropping my tools I am instantly back in front of the pc, legs curled up under me, fresh cup of coffee in hand. I have new mail! Wonderful. Then I start to wonder who is on Lit... I post, I reply, a few PM’s, blablabla...gods its chilly, I really should have built a fire, I glance down at my watch again, roll my eyes, searching for another clock. Sweet Jesus it 2:00! Where did the time go? I think I need help, one of those 12 step programs to cut back a little at a time. I look out the window, its still raining, its cold out there, what am I going to do out there? I make a face. I’m lost in Lit Town. But I kinda like it here. The diversity of the people, the topics and conversations. Some people I know fairly well, others not at all, some I would like to get to know a bit better. Forget it ... I don’t need any help, just forward my mail.
Here is what really happens...
Get out of bed, put on workout clothes, look at the fat cat lyin in bed, think to self will make it later, why disrupt her sleep? I walk down the long hall my hand absently runs along the half un-sanded portions, I will get to that after my workout. Go out to front of house, open all blinds, take a moment to enjoy the beautiful waterfront view, the sound of the rain hammering down on the roof, turn on music, start work through routine, glance over at the black screen of the monitor in the corner, its in stand-by mode, but it is screaming out for me. Some how, through the grace of a miracle I turn a 45 minute workout into 25 minutes. Happy with my self I log on the puter, check email, etc etc etc. The phone rings, I glance down at it, a single lightening bolt shoots through the center of my body,
I’m off the puter on the on phone, a huge smile on my face, chat for a few then its back to work. I return to the back of the house to begin sanding, I look at my watch after what feels like hours, roll my eyes, it STILL says 11:45, I still need to get a new battery. I wonder if so-and-so has written me back, wonder if *&^*&@ is on-line? Dropping my tools I am instantly back in front of the pc, legs curled up under me, fresh cup of coffee in hand. I have new mail! Wonderful. Then I start to wonder who is on Lit... I post, I reply, a few PM’s, blablabla...gods its chilly, I really should have built a fire, I glance down at my watch again, roll my eyes, searching for another clock. Sweet Jesus it 2:00! Where did the time go? I think I need help, one of those 12 step programs to cut back a little at a time. I look out the window, its still raining, its cold out there, what am I going to do out there? I make a face. I’m lost in Lit Town. But I kinda like it here. The diversity of the people, the topics and conversations. Some people I know fairly well, others not at all, some I would like to get to know a bit better. Forget it ... I don’t need any help, just forward my mail.
