Morning shmorning.

I got up early so I can go work out before my long hair appointment. It's all vanity-- I don't want to work out after the hair appt. cause you always have good hair after a visit to the salon and I don't wanna mess it up with a later workout. Ah the concessions I make to be buff & have great hair. Whoda thunk it long ago when I barely even wore makeup and my favorite thing to do was lie around doing nothing? ::thinks of pensive things::

Today my plan is to take my proposal to Starbucks & work there. Since I've been blogging & posting to the Gaiman board too much at home, I feel that I need some non-Cable modem connected computer time. I'm gonna try it. I think it'll work, as long as that "I'm a guy talk to me" guy doesn't come to the shop and bug me. There's this line in To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf that reminded me of, where the woman painter is painting and this guy walks up and she knows he'll want her to pay attention to him. I'll have to look up the exact words, but I remember thinking of that when mustache-feeling guy showed up the first time. Anyway.