19 March 2002

I was actually ready to work yesterday. I'm not saying the idea of being at work thrilled me, or that I wouldn't have preferred being at home. But I was prepared to knuckle under and get some good work done yesterday. I came in, wrote my journal entry, and then turned to my e-mail...

...Where I found a mail from last week stating that yesterday was going to be a training day. Four hours of training, with a one-hour break for lunch.

So much for my productive day. But I did write two pages' worth of story for Dawn and Dusk, so I guess that's a bonus.

So now I'm trying to decide if I'm going to be productive today instead, or just kind of slouch through the day. At any rate, I won't be productive until after the staff meeting. Tuesdays are like that.

I'm not thinking of much to talk about, here... Yesterday was kind of slow. I could tell you about how I spent half the day worrying that my drain-clearing treatment had eaten through the pipes. (But it appears today that I was wrong, and there was water in our vents for some other reason, which still isn't good.)

Matt suggested that I could give you a teaser for the story I wrote yesterday, and then a link to my fiction page. But there's no more of the story than a teaser, really, and it's not posted yet. (And since my fiction page is at mac.com, I can't upload anything to it until I get home, anyway.)

Okay, an anecdote. Matt and I were on our way to the grocery store yesterday, and I noticed that my face itched. Specifically, my jaw itched, right about where people of the masculine persuasion generally have beard growth.

By the time we got into the grocery store, it was driving me bezerk. Seriously, I was scratching my jawline like a college student working on his first beard.

I think I made a joke about playing too many male characters, and made Matt promise he'd still love me if I broke out with facial hair.

But last night, on the Hall, I played Tarri, and by the time the session was over, the itching had stopped.

I'm just sayin'...

--Liz