Waiting for the espresso to hit.
Jun. 25th, 2008 08:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxAdam and I carpooled this morning: He's working in the Silver Spring Hilton, which is three blocks from a metro, so we kissed goodbye at the hotel elevator and I walked those three blocks. Stopped for breakfast, rode to the Gallery Place metro, went to Starbucks and got a mocha double espresso.
Still tired.
So tired.
Brain still wants to launch into more panic attacks, over various things.
And now that I have set goals and deadlines, my writerbrain has perked back up and itches to write. Flow.
Stuff hurts. That's not new.
My clay-based toothpaste and clay-based deodorant are awesome.
So my teeth are clean and bright and my armpits are dry and fresh, but everything still hurts.
Still tired.
So tired.
Brain still wants to launch into more panic attacks, over various things.
And now that I have set goals and deadlines, my writerbrain has perked back up and itches to write. Flow.
Stuff hurts. That's not new.
My clay-based toothpaste and clay-based deodorant are awesome.
So my teeth are clean and bright and my armpits are dry and fresh, but everything still hurts.
