Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Thank goodness I've been taught the correct spelling of my cuss words.

Half an hour until I have to leave for work. So, so, so tired of driving. I used to drive an average total of ten or twenty minutes a day on work days. Now...over two hours average total. That's a big leap for me.

I feel like I'm whining. I know I am lucky to have a good job and a car that runs. But I am also feeling weepy at the prospect of having to do that damn drive today, and tomorrow, and Friday. Thank goodness it's my weekend off.

I do not like the Winsor pilates Teaser. I do not. Ow. Fuck. Ow.

That's it for this morning. I'm not feeling the flow and I need to get ready for work. Hopefully when I come home I'll have more to tell you.

One last thing. I find it highly amusing that Blogger's spellcheck underlines "ow" but not "fuck". Well, I did spell fuck correctly.


  1. Jessica,

    I've done the two hour commute before. It grinds you down little-by-little. I never realize how much it has ground me down until I get a break from it. Then you discover how much energy you have left when you don't need to drive for two hours each way.

    1. In the interest of exactness...the commute is one hour each way (sometimes longer depending on traffic, construction, etc.), totaling two hours. But even an hour one way was killing me. Last night was my last day of work at the old place, I felt such incredible relief at not having to do that drive again. I'm kind of afraid I won't find a place around here that pays enough, but then I remind myself...I'm lucky, TheMan has a good job. I don't have to pay all the bills myself anymore. If I can only find part time that's okay. And it's more incentive to get my ass writing, like I want to be.