One meeting and suddenly I feel as if the walls are closing in.
I have 2 chapters fully written (not fully editted yet) and the others are still in progress. This means only about 37 pages written out of 100 or so? There are 6 weeks left.
Mom wants me to go to Fargo for her birthday this weekend - I just packed my bag. I want to go. I should not, for the love of all that is holy, go. I don't have the time to go gallavanting around Fargo. I want to see my brother and sister-in-law. But, I don't have the time. I just don't.
Why am I packed then? I listened to a message left by mom and she is so excited that we are going. She has to go for her BE stuff.. and wont be there saturday... sunday we have to come right back so I can go to work.
I need to stay home and write all weekend - like I did with MC's comp test. I need to just give in and say - I can't go. Im so sorry mom, I want to but I shouldn't.
That leaves me with 2 choices: Blow off the weekend with half-hearted trying at writing or make my room into study central and ONLY have my paper going, unplug the internet.. ignore D, unplug the phone and .. go yell at the guy blasting his music so loud that my right arm is bouncing around on my flipping counter... stupid ppl... GRRRRRR.. but back to my previous thought... i need to write write write, edit edit edit.
Friday, March 24, 2006
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