Board of Ed meeting last night. I continue to think two weeks is the perfect measure of time to see the small changes in your life.
Oh, and I hate these meetings. They are so boring, and I can never seem to write a good article.
So I'm sitting here, laptop on the lap, notes by my side, photos (which the editor will hate) already loaded and attached to the email.
I don't want to write. Deadline's in two hours. It would take me one, if I would just do it.
I am not a good worker. I am not a good writer. I don't know what to do.