me vs. me

work, work, work

I spent almost the entire morning composing a 1,844 word e-mail to my friend C. about the day I had yesterday. This probably sounds self-indulgent, but she actually sent me an e-mail that was all “Sooo, how did it go yesterday?” while I was writing mine to her, so I think she wanted all the details. I actually wrote the e-mail in Word because I didn’t really want to have G-Mail up on my monitor for two and a half hours. Now the e-mail is sent…and I just want my lunch.

On the other hand, I’m going to turn a story in a couple days ahead of deadline this afternoon, so why feel bad about wasting the morning?