Blessing and Curse

Sep 23 , 2005
Anita has had one of those painful revelation moments. It’s either going to be an epiphany that changes completely how she looks at her life and the men in it, or [...]
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Allergies and morning music

Sep 22 , 2005
Mold count was around 122,000 parts per yesterday. No wonder all of us here thought we were sick. Most of the household and staff suffer from allergies to one degree or another. [...]
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Done a little early, yea!

Sep 21 , 2005
Did four pages before lunch today. Nice change. I’m ending the day at 4:30 in the afternoon with 11 pages to my credit. Yea! Wrote most of the day to Christmas music of [...]
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Nearly ten and all is not well

Sep 20 , 2005
It is nearly ten o’clock at night. Jon and I just finished helping Trinity with her homework. She had scouts until 5:00, and we had to have dinner, but damn. It’s a [...]
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A disrupted day

Sep 20 , 2005
People are cutting through my living room wall. Saws, nail guns, loud shit. I am hiding up in my office, trying to escape the noise. God, I will be so glad when the addition is [...]
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Dreading work and what we did this weekend

Sep 19 , 2005
Feel terrible today. Dreading getting to work. No idea why. But as often happens when the day seems to weigh a thousand pounds, I got five pages done before I had to break for [...]
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Progress not in miles, but in inches

Sep 16 , 2005
I’ve counted my progress not in pages, but in sentences. It’s six o’clock, and I’m struggling for just twenty more lines. Twenty more lines will get me [...]
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Christmas problems

Sep 16 , 2005
Dean Martin has finally paled on me. I switched to Tony Bennett, but it just wasn’t what I wanted. Right now, it’s the Barenaked Ladies holiday album playing behind [...]
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More noise, more building

Sep 16 , 2005
The new addition has pierced the main house at last. We knew it would, but I’ve been banished to my office with all four of the dogs. Not because the dogs wanted to come up, [...]
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Gloomy day

Sep 15 , 2005
So tired. Rain and storms off and on all day. I used to love rainy days because my grandmother wouldn’t force me to go outside and play. I hated to be outside after a [...]
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