Today is Friday. And in my brain calendar, tomorrow, Saturday, is the last day of the week. So I have failed… twice. [Or… I will probably fail.]
My fiction friday post isn’t ready.
I have not written a weekly perk.
Damn, even this post is taking me too long to write.
I feel bad. Especially about the fiction. I feel terrible. I promise secret admirer is not over! I just suck.
I’ve had too many distractions and neuroses. I have been up and down so many times this week I feel like an elevator. One that goes to the roof… and the basement… and stops randomly at any level. One that doesn’t have working buttons… so I can’t choose the destination. Today, so far, I’m somewhere in the middle… which is better than the basement. But I’d still love to go up… Maybe it’s out of order. Maybe I am out of order.
No idea when I’m going to write the perk… or what I’m going to write. When that post is hard to write, it’s not a good sign.
I will try to finish secret admirer part 11 as soon as I can. But I don’t want to rush it. I’m hoping to finish tonight (oh, if so, it will be well after midnight, so definitely not Friday)… but I can’t even promise that. Not even sure when I’ll get back here to my laptop.
I’ve got to make the tacos. [I’m not randomly losing my mind… I have to make actual tacos… for dinner. My daughter thinks this is all wrong because it’s not Tuesday… but seriously, it does not have to be Taco Tuesday. I’m not in the mood for Fishy Friday. I know, that’s not a thing. I just made it up.]
See? Total scatterbrain!
Sorry, peeps.
(I am way too old to call you guys ‘peeps’.)
what sandra thinks 