Overload

Once again, I've gotten myself completely overloaded.

I have to work on exercises for my writing class.
I have to write a review or two for "The Weblog Review."
I have to pack tonight.
I have to do "real" work while I'm in the office.

Of course, I'm behind on everything.

I'm supposed to go to this committee meeting tonight about public transportation in DC and I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep. Why? Because I was up until 1:30am. Why? Because I'm an idiot. I worked like crazy on yesterday's post and I'm still not happy with it. I sat there on the red sofa, laptop on my lap, fiddling and editing and not paying very close attention to the television. Tabitha the cat was close by on her bed-of-fur. (I finally vacuumed so the fur level is under control.) Miss T has selected a blanket as her main spot, which is good because she leaves most of her living room fur there and not on the rest of the sofa. I managed to watch more tv while not doing my laundry or filing. I got some laundry in around midnight when I realized that if I didn't do it then I'd be completely without clean clothing for the next week.

Tomorrow, I am going to New Jersey to spend a week with fourteen members of my immediate family. Our family time will not be what you would call "fun." It may be what you would call "interesting." Let's just hope it's not what I would call "horrific."

My competence is at a low ebb today and my writing is suffering. And I have no idea if I will be able to post while I'm gone. I can get on-line at my brother's house, but I'm very reluctant to post from his computer. He might discover me! While the blog is one of the most consuming aspects of my life, it is not something I have shared with my family. My brother is probably the first one I would tell, not because we're particularly close, but because he is a literary agent. I may, eventually, want to ask his advice about what to do with all the material I'm accumulating. It just seems, though, that having my family read this would be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Mom and Dad are not internet savvy enough to track me down, even if I told them about the blog, but I think it might be cruel to tell them about it and ask them not to read it. I know this is an issue for many bloggers and I've seen it handled different ways. Secrecy seems the best for now, but I'm notoriously bad at keeping secrets--at least secrets about myself.

I'll probably post something tomorrow before I go and I will post when I can while I'm away. I'll be accumulating all kinds of good non-dating material. New Jersey, here I come!

Grateful for: two lovely long train rides in the next week.