The picture is symbolic for a couple of reasons. 1- I turned in a draft to my advisor on Monday. 2- I plan to sleep a lot for awhile.
I don’t know if the draft is snuggle-worthy, but it’s done. And sometimes I hold it.
The picture is symbolic for a couple of reasons. 1- I turned in a draft to my advisor on Monday. 2- I plan to sleep a lot for awhile.
I don’t know if the draft is snuggle-worthy, but it’s done. And sometimes I hold it.
Rusty makes a damn good proofreader. Well, at least a damn cute one.
Taking just a brief pause from my writing (I’m really running out of time, which makes me want to shut down and curl into a little ball and sleep, but there’s no time, because I have to write, because I have a draft due in eight days, five of which I have to work, because I have a job, thank goodness I have a job, but I may need to call in sick a day or two this week, but it won’t be lying, because I will be sick with stress and a little bit of panic) to stop and smell the tulips my husband got me for Valentine’s Day. I LOVE tulips, but I REALLY LOVE my husband.
Rudy reads, originally uploaded by stcsmh.
I’m bound and determined to finish this section tonight. I probably could have been done already if I hadn’t slept until 11AM, but hey, I was sick all week, I needed my rest. Also, I had to vacuum the house.
I’m also trying to block most of me with the can since I didn’t shower today. Y’all don’t want to see that.