I mentioned yesterday that I still had a lot of writing to do today (for the next issue of “The Minnesota Sporting Journal”).
So, yep, I did that.
Maybe I keep waiting until the last minute because that’s when I come up with my best stuff. <<Shrug>> I guess that deadline breathing down my neck really helps.
I also dyed my hair. I was born a little blondie. I started coloring it in college, and many shades later I landed–and stayed–on black. For now at least.
This is what happens when you try to go back.
Pink side chunksPlain ol brownPurply endsand back to black.
Oh, and wait and see for the article. I’m thinking you should subscribe to the magazine (it’s only $18/yr!).
You can check out some of my other articles here (page 38), and here (page 44).
I promise I write better for that, than I do for this blog. 🙂
Tonight I stayed at my friend Spencer’s apartment. We watch How to Marry a Millionaire, and ordered pizza. She also made cookies (that I ate), and I sketched a weird Marilyn while she worked on her graphic design stuff. I’ll probably use it for some stationary–haha!
For a Friday night, it was pretty cheap.
“The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”
“A girl can’t read that sort of thing without her lipstick.”
“Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name!”
So I may not have watched the start of the Olympics. But I did use this exciting time as inspiration to thank an “olympian” in my life. (This idea was in February’s benicebox.)
So I wrote a letter.
My dad is my best friend.
He is my role model.
He is my go-to person.
I hope he knows how much I appreciate and depend on him, but it doesn’t hurt to remind him.
(Spencer wrote to her “Mommy Dearest.”)
Who’s your “olympian”?
I worked from home today. I’m still sick. I remembered that one of my benicebox tasks, was to give someone a tea break, so I went all selfish and made myself some.
And then I was too sick to drink more than a sip.