Did I mention I am supposed to be working right now?  Did I mention that I promised myself NO computer for the love of all things internetish (It is so a word) I will NOT go online at all until I work.  Just let me check email real quick.  And of course send off a few emails that I have been meaning to write.  Oh, and I really do need to check up on a few blogs.  It would be flat out rude to not comment on some.  What?  An instant message from someone in crisis?  (Hey, not having a dinner plan at 4:30om is SO a crisis.)

Did I mention that I am supposed to be working right now?  Ewww, what is that smell? I better clean the kitchen to make sure that it isn’t something that spilled. And I can’t have a clean kitchen and a dirty kitchen floor.  I better sweep and mop.  Then again, if I sweep and mop the kitchen, the play room- and all of it’s openness to the kitchen- will look so messy.  I guess I better clean it up. 

Did I mention that I am supposed to be working right now?  “Working on what?” you ask (since we all know that I have no job outside of this home and all of those things I am using to procrastinate are usually considered my job).  I am supposed to be working on my book.  Why would you be doing that, you ask yourself.  (Go on. Ask yourself.) Well, I am supposed to be working on my book because I promised my agent that I would.  Agent?  Yes.  Hell yes.  This week I signed with a real live, living breathing literary agent who represents real live, living breathing authors who write actual books.  BOOKS, people.  Not just random notes scribbled on the toilet paper during a little “private time.” Not that I have ever done that or anything.

Did I mention that I am supposed to be working right now.  Except you see, it is hard to type when you are walking on air and still looking down from cloud 9.  And really, it can be quite challenging to type AND pinch yourself to make sure you are not dreaming.  I am just saying.

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