I'm up over at Short and Sweet Reviews for Best Book Ever - we're talking movie adaptations this week.
But I digress - like butter scraped over too much bread... that's how I feel lately, but in a good way. If that's possible.
I'm kind of a needed person - ahem, make sure you read that "needed" and not "needy." If there's something that needs to be done around my place, I'm the person that's going to do it, or it's not going to get done. Sometimes that's a weight, and sometimes it's a blessing.
Sure, I might *want* to lay in bed all morning and drool on myself. I might *want* to play old videogames on my PS2 all day and eat cold pizza. I might *want* to get a pedicure and... oh no wait, I would never want to do that. It's a foot thing.
Anyway - the point is, there are plenty of things I'd rather be doing than the things I should be doing. But living life by the idea of work before play has always been my way, and as I get older I'm really glad of it.
Responsibility is not easily come by. It's not sexy. It's not even fun. But my hyperactive work ethic is why my house is clean, why I'll have six months worth of home-canned food setting in the root cellar by the time the garden is finished, and why I know I've got to do my line-edits instead of perfecting Lara Croft's swan dive.
Because really - who else is going to do my line edits?