February 01, 2009

Happy (Awful) February.

Why I'm not very happy with myself right now:

-I didn't reach my January poetry goal.
-I've just dumped an awful book that's making me really mad. I can't believe I even bothered picking it up. You'll find the book -- and my review -- on Goodreads.
-It's morning, I'm tired. I'm sick, too. I have way too much work to do for school and my head's going to explode right now.
-I may not get to plunk myself on the couch and watch the entire Super Bowl. (I love doing this.)
-Blogger is mad at me today. Thanks a lot.
-I haven't gotten around to blogging much. I haven't posted up any pictures of the first copy of my book, I haven't posted tags...I'm too behind.
-I'm under the weather today. It's gloomy, it's gray, it's cold. Enough said.
-January was a pretty rough and crazy month. I ended not-so-well, on a confessional note. So far, February isn't any better.

6 comments:

Q said...

-Keep writing.
-Don't worry about it.
-I think I'm sick, but my body can't seem to decide whether it actually is sick or not.
-I only watch the Super Bowl for the commercials.
-It seems to have worked out fine...
-We forgive you.
-*sends some of her blue skies in your direction*
-January always is.

Chin up, Maya! This, too, shall pass.

Anonymous said...

But it WILL get better. It will. You are very sweet and intelligent, Maya. And that will carry you far.


I know what you mean about getting behind. Usually I'm flying, chasing after things I've left undone. Like: I forgot to answer your GOodreads note! But I thank you for it now.

Odessa said...

maya, i'm sorry to hear you're feeling under the weather. don't worry about not reaching your January goals, the one good thing about a new day/month is that you can always start over again. *sending some sunshine your way*

Maya Ganesan said...

Aw, thanks everyone!

angela hardison said...

Hope you feel better too.

It's true... new months are always a great time to start over!

Maya Ganesan said...

Thank you, Angela! February's been a little better.