I swear, today is taking FOREVER. I woke up at 6:00 a.m., but didn’t really want to get up until 7:00 a.m., so I laid in bed trying to half-sleep for an hour. Then I got to work and the morning just dragged on. I ate an early lunch (which of course seemed to fly by), then the afternoon was like 43 hours long. I got home this evening, ate dinner, baked cookies, read a book and it’s STILL only 9:21 p.m. What’s up with today? I suppose I should just be grateful that it didn’t zoom past me.
I’ve been Evernoting nonstop… ideas for our cute little apartment that we’re moving back into in April, recipes I’ve tried and haven’t tried, clothes, crafts. Seriously, peeps, it’s a fabulous program.
I’ve also been reading like a madwoman. I happened to get about 8 books from the library that I really want to read, all at once. So I’m trying to finish them all before they’re due, which isn’t easy to do when you also have to study Organic Chemistry and do laundry and work. And blog. And write letters. And sleep.
Also, I’m so happy that my friend Connie is blogging again. This post inspired me… I really want to create routines in my life, too. Or, different routines from the ones I already have (wake up late, rush through my shower, pull my hair back in a ponytail, scarf breakfast, hurry to work). She does mention that she has tons of self-motivation and determination, which I feel I’m severely lacking. I have so many good intentions, but I rarely seem to follow through with them. How do you get better at that? How do you self-motivate? Maybe I should be reading library books about that.
So anyway, I made these cookies tonight. They’re pretty good, though I’m still iffy about the dried-fruit-in-your-cookies thing. I’d prefer nuts. Or chocolate. Or both. But they’re a nice sweet end to a long, long day.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
One response to “The longest day in the history of mankind”
I think you are very motivated to do what things you like. . . . maybe the things that you drag out are not things you enjoy so you delay. . . . I know that is how I work. . . . which is why I could not motivate myself to study for school . . .