"Weekends always go far too quickly."
-Lament of the working individual
This past week I felt tired and unmotivated, so my working out has been fail-tastic. Today, when putting my saddle back on the rack, my arms felt extremely tired. So I don't know if I'm pushing myself too hard and getting ill or if I need to push it up a notch.
I ordered my brother's birthday present online today, so hopefully it'll arrive in time. It wasn't procrastinating (I normally get this stuff done way ahead of time), I just had no idea what to get him.
On the other hand, my other brother (and only watcher of this blog), is easy to shop for, because I can pretty much get him any book and it's a safe bet. Like today, I was at goodwill (where I picked up pants, yay) and I found a book I think he'll like. I'm an awesome sister.
I did my federal taxes, and I'm getting a nice return, so that'll pay for my new laptop (wee!). But I still have about 2 chapters to go before I finish my book, so I have to do that yet. But hopefully I'll be done this week. And then shopping will occur.
My original plan was to dive right into the sequel, but a conversation last night kind of makes me want to work on another world that is forming in my head. Along with the three that already are there. It's getting crowded.
Speaking of crowds, though, not really: I was hanging out with my friends on Saturday, and I enjoyed their company, but I wasn't really interested in most of the conversation. Lately I've just wanted to talk about writing and reading alot (which I suppose is normally, considering), but I feel like talking about my own projects too much is pompous (and I'll admit, I'm a little superstitious), and my friends don't really talk about that stuff. It just makes me feel like I'm missing something in life.