Productive

Today was a productive day. I just feel like I have to tell you that at almost 2 in the morning, when I can’t seem to look away from the screen anymore and am very blah in the brain and have been trying to catch up on other people’s blogs, but failing a little bit, and mostly just getting eye strain. So, you know, you have to know how productive I’ve been, so *I* don’t feel bad about a case of late-itis. (Late-itis is much like Sunday-itis. Sunday-itis is when you get restless on Sunday, because you know you have to go to work/school on Monday and your freetime is too precious and limited to spend on just anything, so instead you freak out and don’t know what to do and end up wasting your time. Night-itis is like that, except at night–could be any night, really–when you don’t want to go to bed, but you know you will eventually, so you flounder around, wanting something important to happen, but knowing the only important things that are going to happen at 2 in the morning are things you do yourself, and you’re not going to, because you’re too tired and worried about going to bed soon.)

Anyway, my list of productiveness, let me show you it!

–As I mentioned in my last post, my first ARC contest is going on over at The Story Siren’s book blog. Which isn’t really a show of *my* productiveness, it’s Kristi’s, and any productiveness on my part was done yesterday or so, but I feel like it could count as my own productiveness if I believe hard enough.

–Got stuff to wrap/send sekrit knitting project (of doom). Did not actually *wrap* said project, but I’m not Wonderwoman, ya know. You can’t be expecting everything all in one day.

–Teased Khy about a sekrit, then promptly gave up the sekrit, like I so often do. (For sekrit, see item one in the list.)

–Worked on a thingy for the Tenner thingy I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell you about. But now I have, er, three and a half of the things, and that’s half a thing more than I started with this morning.

–Watched Smallville. Am catching up on the last couple years that I missed. (OMG, KILL LANA ALREADY, but for reals this time.)

–Made a list on my blog of all the productive things I supposedly did today. It did not make me feel as accomplished as I thought it would. In fact, I felt a little more accomplished when all my accomplishments were just vague ideas in my head instead of cold hard facts.

–Went to the grocery store. It was a madhouse. It’s always a madhouse. There were people with carts everywhere, standing in front of items I wanted. And then an old man asked me where the crackers were and I blanked. I waved in the general direction I was pretty sure they were in (and since we were on the far side of the store, it was a pretty safe bet that since they weren’t in our aisle, they were the direction I was pointing–you know, the only possible one) and was like, “I think over there. Somewhere… Maybe… But I don’t actually know.” -__- My adventures at the grocery store know no bounds.

–Read. I am reading a NON-FICTION book. Reader, did that sentence there burn your eyes? Were you scarred by this fact? Did you look out the window to check for flying pigs? Yeah, me too. But I am. It’s a book about Cicero. It’s called “Cicero.” Surprised, yes? (No, really. It’s by Anthony Everitt. It’s good. Go read it if you’re into biographies.)

Did you know Cicero didn’t start his career until he was 25? Even though most people were starting earlier, he was better preparing himself. Did I mention I didn’t graduate college until I was 25? For, er, similar-ish reasons. And his career didn’t really take off until he was 27, and I didn’t get published until I was 27. Things like this make me feel much better about myself. Also that story about Julius Caesar crying when he read that Alexander the Great had accomplished more than him at his age. Ahhhh. Makes me feel good. You just cry about it Julius, so I don’t have to.