I have discovered that unless I am required to do something, I have a quite a bit of trouble mustering the motivation to do it. Good thing there is Tom who harasses me until I post on this blog. Otherwise, I would just sit at work and see who is on Facebook right now until it hits 5pm (or really anytime between now and 5pm when I intend to leave and get 30% off a lot of Ann Taylor clothes).
So I have done little writing since my last post. I think I wrote a paragraph about my map (perhaps I'll post this once I get home). Tom and Katie, you will be glad/annoyed to know that it is, yet again, written in the second person. But I have admired one writer and her awesomeness and went on my first family vacation in 10 years. We went to Costa Rica. I would say it was a lot of fun but I seem to forget it happened (today I told Katie that this is my first year without international travel).
I'd love to read what y'all have posted on the googledocs so I hope that will happen this weekend.
Oh, and Tom, I've been to Emily Dickinson's grave. I have a grave rubbing in my 5th grade report to prove it. I got an A. And that is why I was an English major.
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