Yikes!

This is my just-waiting-for-a-huge-crobar-to-come-smashing-through-the-wall-in-front-of-me-any-second face. 

The meth lab across the hall from us is getting renovated. I love trying to write to the tune of mass demolition all day. Yesterday, I had to take down some things from the walls because everything was shaking like an earthquake. I also went out and tried to gently remind the workers that the only thing that's seperating their flying hammers and me is a very thin wall. "No comprendo." 

Ah, crap.

some hard stuff

Look how long my hair used to be. I miss it. 

Also, that charming little argyle number Chas is wearing in this picture is no longer with us. We recently discovered moths had gotten to it along with the most perfect Jcrew blue sweater he rocked on T.V. We haven't been able to bring ourselves to totally throw either sweater out yet.

Let's not talk about it.

Yesterday, I spent almost all day in front of the computer working on my book. I started from the beginning and am going through, sentence by sentence, making small and large edits. It's pretty tedious but I think I like it better than having to come up with the original content. It's nice to have something already there to work with. The downside is I'm having to spend hours and hours immersed in every teensy tinsey detail of hard stuff- stuff I don't like thinking about. I had a little tummy ache by the time I got to page 18 and freaky deeky dreams last night. Actually, my dreams have been pretty crazy intense ever since I started this undertaking. It's ok, though. I can deal. All good, important things require some level of sacrifice from us, right? Right.