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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/653525-Sunday
Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #1411600
The Good Life.
#653525 added June 7, 2009 at 10:37pm
Restrictions: None
Sunday
GOAL: Reach 145 lbs by 6/30/09.
Weight: 148.0
Exercise: 
Meals:
10:45am Tea with honey (1) and toast with peanut butter and honey (3.5)

Ugh. I've been sick with abdominal pain since last night. It was really bad. I didn't go to church this morning.

12:00pm Cheez-its (3)
12:30pm Coffee (2)
4:00pm Coffee (1)
4:30pm Cheez-its (1)
5:30pm McDonalds ice cream cone (3)
9:30pm Chicken noodle soup (2)
10:15pm Dried beef (1)
10:30pm Cherries (3)

Launch one new Potbelly song per week.
*Check*Goal met.  I launched somewhere between a dozen and twenty new songs, all from my expanded eighties repertoire.  I'm good for a few weeks.

Write one new original song per month.
Pending. No time.

Post at WordPress at least once per week.
*Check*Goal met.

Submit one short story/article per month.
Pending. No time.

Write one Marketplace submission per month.
Pending. No time.

Write one Helium article per week.
Pending. No time.

Write one Textbroker article per week.
Pending. No time.

Work for fifteen minutes on "Poor Witch [E] every day.
FAIL... you guessed it.  No time.

Complete and edit "Poor Witch [E] by 6/30/09.
In progress.

Read a book in print for fifteen minutes every day.
*Check*Goal met.

Resign from Abbott by 12/1/09.
The gig: it rocked. It was a private party, very informal, and they loved me. They were all singing along to a lot of the songs, and they asked me to stay an extra two hours, which I quickly negotiated a new price for and agreed to.  Although, after two hours playing Potbelly at lunch, and then five hours playing this private party last night, I thought my fingertips were going to fall off.

In other news, I told the owner of the studio where I teach lessons that if she ever wants to sell her business, she should let me know.  She said, "Really?"  I explained that I was saving to leave Abbott, and that I would love an investment opportunity. She said, "I'll think about it."  I could tell by the look on her face that she was dead serious.  She's had a lot of heartache in the last year or two, and I think she just wants out at this point.

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