Monday, January 17, 2011
Here We Go Again
I used to read a lot of Garfield as a kid. The comics, the books... I always wondered what the big deal was about Mondays. Garfield hated Mondays. I completely empathize with him now. I'm not sure a Monday is more difficult on a cat than any other day, but they certainly are on me. I woke up at 4:55 a.m. to the same thought that always runs through my head when my alarm goes off in the morning: "Do I really have to get up?" The sad answer is always "yes". If the alarm goes off, yes. If there is no alarm, I don't have to get up. I have this logic right now, but I don't retain it in the mornings. The first thought that runs through my head is still, "Do I really have to get up?" Logic comes later, after coffee. Or, in today's case, chai. But I definitely need some more caffeine, because this headache ain't gonna cure itself.
It was a long day, not terribly stressful, but long. My back, neck, and body ache. I just want to lay down in a hot bath full of bubbles and read, and maybe fall asleep. Of course, there is really no point in my life at which I don't want to do those things.
I got home, however, to find a wonderful thing: I sold two more books since last night! I'm pretty happy about this, obviously. I would love to figure out how to sell more books, but I guess there's no surefire way to do such a thing. Just one-at-a-time marketing, blasting Facebook, begging friends. If anyone should decide to use it as a book club book, that would be kind of nice :) I've been told I should send it to Oprah. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I wonder if she'd even notice. Or rather, the person who opens the mail to give to the person who is the assistant for the executive assistant for Oprah... I wonder if that person would even notice.
That bath is sounding better and better.
Is it wrong to look forward to Friday on Monday?