St. Ambrose and Arlinghurst
5 days ago
Friday, June 18, 2010
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
I may not blog about it, but I do play. Is it so wrong that I have taken a backpack full of books and a laptop on 2 camping trips with the Things, a hiking and hot-tub-o-rific visit to my sister's, and a weeklong stay in the American Tropics with Neruda? Other people do go to sleep, you know, and that time counts. You may mock, but I've got three pages left on this chapter and I have played my tushie off, jack. And I've got the photos to prove it. Boo-yah.
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3 comments:
1. Way to go! Congrats on both the playing and the writing!
2. Love the pic (adorable).
3. The Shining was just on tonight and that part always creeps me out, what you quoted. Deliciously shivery fun.
very glad to hear it. I too had a little glimmer of The Shining in your title, with the requisite creeped-out feeling. Carry on with that playing thing. Also, work, if you've got the time.
Not creeped out at all. Hmmm...
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