Wow, kind of ironic my next entry is precisely a month later.
I am now in Chicago and honestly, even though I love it here, I think I’ll be kind of relieved to go back home. I know, I know, I’ll probably regret I ever thought this the moment I smell that plastic China air and hear all those people clearing their throats, but it’s true. I miss our kitties, miss the early mornings of just to myself, miss making money. I bitch about teaching an hour 5 days a week, but there’s no denying that it’s a pretty sweet gig.
Still waiting for the Cloudbook. It’s slow as hell, but I don’t really care about that. As long as it can run Spotify and Scrivener at the same time and run for more than six hours on a single battery charge, I am so all over that like racists on Trump.
(Speaking of which, my productivity was seriously shot all to hell because I couldn’t peel myself away from the TV as I watched the RNC launch on TV. Jesus, I’ve never seen such a clown show in my whole fucking life. What a fucking mess.)
Going back to the Cloudbook, it’s supposedly supposed (double negative? wtf) to get here by Saturday. It’s Wednesday now. Considering how USPS works, it’ll take a day or two to get here, so I’m guessing Friday will be the day I can finally declare independence from the power cord. Wth. I’ve waited this long, another two days isn’t going to kill me.
*but I want it now! Now! Now!*
(Amazon Prime and their two day free shipping has really spoiled the shot out of me)
All right. I think I’m ready to hit my writing for the day. I think I’m going to aim for 2 1-hour sessions of writing and I really, really want to do some editing today, as well as go for a walk before it gets too hot, so I can check it off my to-do list.
The cool thing is, I finished the end of DMR so that’s something to celebrate.