imaginarycircus

I really really really wanted to be done with this draft by tomorrow. I'm close, but I don't think I'll make it. New deadline is Tuesday, Nov. 2. I'm kind of anxious and overwhelmed because I feel like there is so much pressure for me to produce something perfect. And I know whatever this draft is in the end--it won't be perfect. *head explodes* I have no idea what I'll do with the rest of November. Read, probably. Cook, certainly. Apply for teaching positions, possibly. Write, likely.

I roasted a pumpkin to make pumpkin walnut cake and I have two teeny sugar pumpkins all cleaned out to use as bowls for tomorrow's breakfast. I'm going to fill them with porridge and brulée the tops (an idea I partially stole from flourish) I felt like doing something sweet for David on one of the anniversaries we celebrate. Yeah, I know. We're gross. We're going out for dinner tomorrow, so I figured breakfast would be a good time to spoil him a little. Though I didn't realize we're out of Irish oats (steel cut) until 11pm. So I am going to make polenta/grits to put in the teeny pumpkins. And I have to be up in four hours to do it because David has a Buddhist group on Sunday mornings. Why am I not sleeping? Brain, why won't you work? Or stop working? I lay in bed for two hours before giving up and watching CSI.

After almost 8 weeks of waiting for David to have time to help me put the bed together, we put the bed together! It took a while, but it's so nice to not have our mattress on the damn floor anymore and to not have the bed boxes in the living room anymore. And the bed has drawers in the bottom. It reminds me a little of college. We had beds with drawers in the bottom in college.

My best friend from high school had beautiful baby girl. I'm so stunned that she made a person.