Kats (wildrider) wrote,
Kats
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42 Miles

I have to get a root canal tomorrow. Don' wanna. (kicks at the dirt)

Am I getting too old, when I really don't want to go to a free concert? I'm being given a media pass and a photo pass, but it's a long drive for groups I really ain't too interested in (other than Cross Canadian Ragweed, who are the only ones I AGREED to see) - and the publicity folks coordinating the whole thing apparently didn't listen to me at all and is trying to set me up to interview Chris Young (ugh) and/or Trace Adkins (okay, I guess, but... meh) - rather than CCR. But all I know for sure about Country Thunder is it's going to be nearly 90 degrees on Saturday, it's almost all the way to Florence, it's dusty, crowded, expensive (media passes notwithstanding), and, at a guess, the crowd is going to skew to about an average age of 22. They want me to review Gretchen Wilson, too.

Oy. I suppose she can sing all right.

At least today I fit into one pair of "these are a little too tight" pants. At least something's going right. Not yet the rest of them (I may have been a little overzealous in my "I will fit into these!" shopping).

I haven't been to the gym all week. I've been struggling to just write down SOMETHING in an effort to get to the next thing - it's mostly crap, but at least it's written down. I need to jump forward a few months in the narrative and I'm really bad at just saying "nothing else much happened until X." I need to actually sit down and break my book(s) into chapters, I think, rather than leaving it as is, in POV segments. I haven't sent out my next query package because I haven't had the money to get postage - I hope to get back in gear next week, once I have some cash again. Otherwise, I have rather thorough "block" (whatever you want to call it), so I spent a good part of Sunday watching Planet of the Spiders (so now I've seen the Regeneration of 3 to 4, 4 to 5, 5 to 6, and 9 to 10), and very little else. The house is a mess and I haven't vacuumed in weeks. Lazy, lazy, lazy bones.

Now watching Jericho. Very tired.
Tags: music, weight, writing
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