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Bumdom Day 5

Brace yourself! This may be most bumful day yet.

Here are my accomplishments for the day:
* Grocery shopping while the sun was up.
* Remembering to take out the trash...and bring the cans back up.
* Baking my own pita chips for lunch.
* Reading the entire blogs of 2 total strangers in Michigan.
* Creating the front page for my website.
* Screwing up the front page for my website.
* Giving up on web design for the day.
* Writing a letter to my grandmother.
* Taking several random online quizzes.
* Packaging the extra copies of my short story to be mailed off.
* Writing out tomorrow's to do list.
* Updating my myspace profile.
* Journaling.
* Revitalizing leftovers for a dinner I ate myself.
* Talking with some dear friends about my writing career.

All in all, it was a beautiful day. My windows are still open, and the curtains are dancing in the breeze. The t.v. has been off, so I have focused on the sounds of the world (which mostly includes dog barks and lizards scurrying).

Now I'm in a mood to write...and you are all probably bored to tears with the mundaneness of these posts.

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Christy said…
Wonderful! It sounds like a very busy sort of a day. Reading blogs takes a lot of effort :)
9:34 AM
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