Maybe every other day

Okay, maybe I won't write everyday but rather, every other day!


I defied my boss's expectations. He gave me an assignment on Tuesday that he wanted me to finish by Friday morning (i.e. today). I finished them YESTERDAY. Then last night, he gave me another assignment: seven 300 word articles to write by noon today. Thankfully, they were about books (topics like hardback vs. paperback, etc). I wrote three of them last night, and woke up early and wrote four and was finished BEFORE noon. So folks, I wrote approximately 2100 words in less than 24 hours. What was this about me being slow?

What's my secret, you ask? Money is a great motivator. My income basically depends on how many articles I write. The more I write, the more money I make.

Stephan just got rejected by one employer. It's kind of a bummer because we had been really hoping for this one. He interviewed with them today, and found out that it wasn't quite what we were led to believe. Plus, they didn't have any part-time openings, only full-time. You know what else is annoying? When we got married, he was the one with a job and I was the one looking. And then for a short time, we were both unemployed. Now, I'm employed and he's not. Can we have it so we're both employed and that number in our checking account keeps going up rather than slowly going down? I'd also love it if we were making enough to put into savings. The thought of having a savings account sends thrills through my loins and sinews. Give me a break, my dad used to be an accountant.

I also don't like the pressure of being the breadwinner. In fact, I hate it. I also think my husband needs to get out of the house more....

Hmm, maybe I should be more cheerful.

I just baked cookies...past nine o'clock at night. I couldn't help myself.

Stephan made dinner.

I forgot to mention earlier that we've been married for nine months.

And uh....I don't know what else to say.