Right now I’m waiting for the comments from the beta readers to start coming in and it is forcing me to do things that I don’t like to do, like clean my house. I’m not good with a lull. I clean, I eat too much, I go to Target everyday and buy cleaning supplies and food. I could write, work on the beginning of Glow or my novella, but I’m supposed to be taking a break. A break that I really wanted two weeks ago. I have a DVR full of shows I’m not in the mood to watch and I finished yet another romance novel yesterday. I’m sure my boredom will go away tomorrow, for tomorrow is GaGa!
I posed this question yesterday on Facebook: What does one wear to a Lady Gaga concert when you usually dress like a mom? A few people suggested earplugs and leotards. Others, sequined tank tops and jeans. Who knows what kind of ensemble I’ll put together? Prior to having kids this would not have been a problem for me. I used to dress better. Used to be more eclectic and funky. Now I buy the same pair of comfy elastic waist Land’s End Pants in every color they come in. I also used to dye my hair, wear my contacts, and put on make-up everyday. For one day it looks like I’m going to have to harken back to the days when I used to give a fuck. Or, if that fails I suppose I can just sport a boa.