Offended or amused?
Mar. 10th, 2004 10:55 amSnagged from
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( What annoying internet entitiy am I? )
I'm finally caught up on comments. I had a strange dream last night. The cool thing though was that when I went to write it down, before I did my morning pages, this story came out of it. About half way through the story I realized what I was doing and almost stopped in amazement, but then just kept pushing on with the mantra, "Just let it flow. Don't think about it." Once I get it edited a bit, I'll post it here. It's kinda cool. Sci-fi oriented as usual, and not just a bit grosse.
My latest news on the business front relates to another project I'm working on for hubby, the community guide. Late last night, we're in bed, the lights are off. I've taken sleeping pills again, but I've got a killer migraine and I'm not getting sleep anytime soon. It's all quiet and all of a sudden he pipes up, "Honey? Did you print ut those flyers for me so that I can have them tomorrow?" *sigh* Why does he wait until the last minute to ask me these things? So, I'm up and back in the office printout out the fliers. He's asked for me to do the business cards for him too, but Ithought about flipped him off for that one.
Are all hubbies like this? Or is it just mine?
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( What annoying internet entitiy am I? )
I'm finally caught up on comments. I had a strange dream last night. The cool thing though was that when I went to write it down, before I did my morning pages, this story came out of it. About half way through the story I realized what I was doing and almost stopped in amazement, but then just kept pushing on with the mantra, "Just let it flow. Don't think about it." Once I get it edited a bit, I'll post it here. It's kinda cool. Sci-fi oriented as usual, and not just a bit grosse.
My latest news on the business front relates to another project I'm working on for hubby, the community guide. Late last night, we're in bed, the lights are off. I've taken sleeping pills again, but I've got a killer migraine and I'm not getting sleep anytime soon. It's all quiet and all of a sudden he pipes up, "Honey? Did you print ut those flyers for me so that I can have them tomorrow?" *sigh* Why does he wait until the last minute to ask me these things? So, I'm up and back in the office printout out the fliers. He's asked for me to do the business cards for him too, but I
Are all hubbies like this? Or is it just mine?