August 27,
2004
This picture reminds me of
my head and all of the ideas
I have flying around inside
of it, wanting to find
fruition. I want to
spend more time on
The
Diva Digest.
I want to get about a
million book reviews done.
I want to write my own books
that are in various stages
of outline and completion.
I want to get caught up on
my sleep. I want to go
to town, but I don't want to
walk, drive or be driven
(that one will be a bit
tricky). I want to
work out every day. I
want to totally revamp Eye
on Soaps. I want to
get those photo albums
finished. I'm going to
have to seriously overhaul
my schedule to get even a
percentage of that finished.
As it is, one day is melting
into the next and into the
next to the point that
nothing is really getting
done. The house stays
fairly clean, which takes a
bit of time and is a major
accomplishment for me.
Most nights, I make a nice
dinner for the family,
whereas for a while there,
it was a couple of nights a
week. I spend a few
hours a day on the computer,
answering e-mails, posting
the work of the other
writers and writing my own
columns. I go to sleep
around 10pm and wake up at
6am. That looks like 8
hours to me! Must be
the weight and lack of
exercise that is making me
so tired all of the time.
It could also be the peri-menopause
thing. I've been
forgetting to take my
hormonal supplements far too
often. The Remifemin
and Wild Yam Cream (I use
"At Ease" brand) are
wonderful for giving Divas a
boost. :) Next
stop: crack.
Speaking of crack, I found
this interesting picture
somewhere online:
According to the source,
these are all the same woman
following her 14 year
history as a crack addict.
Supposedly she died a few
months after the last photo.
Maybe I'll stick to the
hormones. Although she
does look better in all of
those pictures than I do on
my worst day.
The house is so quiet.
Dylan is STILL asleep with
the covers pulled over his
head. Maybe I should
go check and see if he is
still under there!
Nathan is happily ensconced
at school. He still
really, really loves it.
"Chicago Hope" is on and my
bed is beckoning for a nap.
Eric will likely be giving
me his morning call (I get
morning, lunch, afternoon
and "I"m on my way home")
any time now.
Anybody know who this guy
is? Looks like he's on
my list.
Just checked and Dylan is
still warm and breathing,
just asleep. I hope
the boys sleep late tomorrow
because I'll be snoozing
too!
Speaking of which, I'm going
to take advantage of this
and get a jump start on my
weekend sleep recovery.
I hope all of you have a
sterling weekend.
Much Love,
Katrina
PART 2
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