Archive for January, 2005
Monday, January 31st, 2005
Coffee Cups 111, 112, and 113
Guess what? The Starbucks card came after all. Thanks Gil.
Maybe I will use it to buy new mugs. Presh is getting tired of the same old mugs on the site.
Spent the day preparing the big grant. This means mostly procrastinating, taking phone calls, emailing. Tempting the muse to show.
I reckon she will be by tomorrow.
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Sunday, January 30th, 2005
Coffee Cup 110
Watching the vote. Presh knows that given a chance to do my life over again I would be a democracy worker, either registering voters here or working with President Carter to monitor elections elsewhere.
I am watching brave and proud people stick their ink stained finger skyward. God speed. 110.
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Sunday, January 30th, 2005
Coffee Cups 108 and 109
T-minus eight days. Decided to update IPodderX and redo all of my subscriptions. IPodderx has the ability to use AAC and bookmarks. Lots to redownload so the PBook will be doing that. Not ready to write yet anyway.
Desperation and fear of pain is my muse. Till they show up my keyboard remains bored. 108. It is amazing how much and how well I can write the few hours before it is due. 108.
Time to yoga. 109.
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Saturday, January 29th, 2005
Coffee Cup 107
Luckily, there are distractions when I need to write. Like running out of half and half and Presh needing a haircut. So off to the mini mall.
Look what I found. 107. So far nothing written and nine days left.
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Saturday, January 29th, 2005
Coffee Cups 104, 105, and 106
Panic has begun to set in. For some reason, I thought this was last week. That I had a couple of weeks to write my grant. This is the $700,000.00 grant to fund my opus that was greenlighted.
I was relaxing with my cuppa 104 checking the morning mails. I get dozens overnight. When the dissonance became painful.
That is not the right date. Fast forward to panic mode. Then quickly to denial and back to panic. 105.
Shit. 106 and 9 days left to write.
