Greetings from Lazyville

Last night, I got seduced into a long, luxurious late-night chat with a new friend, and wound up going to bed after two. It's difficult to tear yourself away from a cute guy who cooks, likes the same music & movies you do, and thinks your writing is phenomenal. *blush* Eventually, I did shamble off to bed, and then woke at 7:30 to let the dogs out. As soon as they were relieved and fed, I went back to bed, and slept until 1:37. I'm so bonelessly relaxed right now I can't even find it in me to feel guilty about that. I'm just going to chalk it up to a week full of short nights, enjoy my morning coffee in the afternoon, and probably get dressed around 3:00.

Speaking of coffee, I wonder if I give off a "pink person" vibe without even knowing it. I have only two pink items in my warddrobe, and none in my home décor, but people still know to give me pink things. For my birthday, I got lovely pink bath stuff and two pink coffee mugs. The one from our law clerk is white with pink roses, in a tapered shape with a silvered rim, and the one from Sherri is pink with a white cartoon panel on the front, where a weird little being says, "I know I live in my own world. It's okay, they know me there." That one holds two full cups of coffee, and being that it's capacious, cute, and reminds me that I am lurved, it is reserved for Monday mornings, always the low point of my week.

Yet one more thought about laziness--I am a completely lazy scribbler, which is why I do not edit my "works." I do not think about interesting exposition, or character research or plot vs. characterizations, I just sit down and scribble out whatever's in my head, spell-check it and call it done. If a story takes me an entire day, I tend to feel over-worked. So it is really unusual for me to go back and re-write a story, but since both Mallie and S-Des, whose opinions I respect, told me that the ending to my most recent story needs work, I shall actually, ugh, work on it. Not today, though. Today is reserved for laziness.