OK, so the BIG DAY is only 5 days away and there is not one single solitary cookie in this house. This afternoon, I will venture out to get some flour so we can bake a batch of damn Christmas cookies.
I also still have one gift to buy. Damn again.
And I'm shredded. Because like a dumb-ass I was up until 4:30 this morning on my living room floor with a journal. Will it become a novel? It better become a fucking novel!
Anyway, peace to all this Thursday afternoon. I need to hit the trail (or the bottle perhaps)...
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The bottle. Definitely the bottle.
FOUR-THIRTY?
Tessie: I ultimately decided to go with hitting the grind, as in coffee. I do detect some spot of Bailey's left in my house for later. HA HA HA!
And, yes, four-thirty. It was one of those deals where if I hadn't stayed up and written the shit down, I would have laid awake all night thinking about it anyway. Oh well...
Well, I've been waiting to hear. Did you make the damn cookies yet?
Mmm... peanut butter! I hope you had a good holiday. Also, I'm looking forward to reading your novel someday.
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