I’m afraid I’m actually going to have to wash my hair tomorrow. It’ll curl back up again and that will be the end of the soft, straight locks. I think I’m actually going to miss it.
This morning was highly entertaining – I babysat that two-year-old girl I mentioned. Kiersten. She is just so cute, but holy crap did she wear me out. She is infatuated with staircases and kept going up and down and up and down. But each time was different. On some occasions she’d go down to the basement and stay there. I couldn’t very well leave her alone, so I’d follow. But other times she’d go down and come right back up. After having so little sleep I was already tired, but then chasing her around all morning just added to it. I’m such a whimp when it comes to kids. 🙂 I had her from 9:00am until around 2:30pm-ish. She was remarkably well-behaved considering she’d never been to my house before. When her Dad dropped her off she just came right to me, let me hold her for a while, then we camped out on the family room floor and played. After a while she started to get sleepy, so I put on a movie. She never took a nap, but it slowed her down a little. She’d sit for twenty minutes, take off up and down the stairs again, then sit down for another twenty minutes. It at least gave me enough time to lay down for a little while and catch snippets of ‘Lilo & Stitch’.
I was feeling pretty crappy this afternoon, and rather mad at myself that I still have writer’s block. I hadn’t gotten any farther on that Virgin University business proposal, which really irked me. I hate not being productive. If I sit around and do nothing for an extended period of time I become unhappy. Only when I’m in extreme pain does this feeling go away. I tried to force myself into working on various other projects; retyping the fan fiction, trying to make those photo galleries, taking over the world, etc. Nothing worked. I was getting so frustrated. I decided to just throw in the towel for the fourth straight day and resign myself to doing something entirely wasteful with my time – teaching a Sim how to play the piano. But, thankfully, as the Sims was loading and that faux zydeco music was playing, inspiration struck. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. No reason I had a hard time figuring out how to write this ridiculous business proposal – I had no idea how to begin! Or even where to go, how to structure it. Nothing. I was flat out of ideas. I knew what I wanted to say, but not how to say it. I realized I needed to map out the details in brief on a lovely little list. I’ve been working on it all night (it’s taken that long to get anything good out of my frozen brain.) Now a real structure is forming, ideas are flowing more easily, and I can see the proposal starting to take shape. It may be a few more days until I can actually write it formally, but I have to wait until I’m healthier for that. When my stomach hurts like this it’s hard to concentrate. Just that slow, dull, annoying pain that never really quits. It distracts me too much and makes it difficult to do anything creative.
I really need to get that fixed.
My application packet for UCAS arrived today from the British Council (meaning, my applications packet for college.) I’m very impressed with the British Council’s service – I only ordered the packet yesterday! Much better than when I tried going straight through UCAS – I’ve sent in requests so often it’s sick and I never heard a word from them. But now all is well and good, I’m just waiting on a letter of recommendation and waiting to get my wordsmithing tools back from wherever my brain hid them. I need to write my Personal Statement and I haven’t a clue what to write.