My to-do list, in no particular order:
Find the orange juice I just poured, then put down.
Pick up the lemongrass soy candle that looks exactly like a glass of juice and sigh.
Print out materials for Children's Book Writing Course, my scheme to turn some past blog entries into some sort of Judy Blume-inspired series (that's cause I figure, does anyone want to read a literary novel about rich kids having a quarterlife crisis? I think, even if there wasn't a big ole freeze on buying new writers at all the publishing houses, that would be a resounding no. Let's save selling that for 2010).
Listen to a band I'm writing about. Read the only article written about them before. By BUTT magazine. I am not joking, people. (NSFW, obviously).
Formulate my proposal for a magazine I've had every other job for, to create a position they haven't thought of before, when they have no money to fund it. (Great ideas can't wait for the economy! At least mine can't, I have too many of them to stop myself, it's a problem really).
Spend a few hours reading my writing partner's novel and editing it with a light and overarching touch, repeating over and over "Do not make her write the book you want to write," because in the past that's happened to every writer on the face of the earth.
Book a ticket to Vegas and wonder how I got involved in such a mess. The bright side? It could help the proposal! Anyone know any good nightlife that isn't cheesy there? Yes, I know I'm asking about Vegas.
Figure out a restaurant for tomorrow's dinner with the girls. I have had girl-brunch there this weekend, took dessert out from there after our meal on V-day, and had dinner there last week, but I cannot stop suggesting Hundred Acres. (Monday's poached eggs, spicy grits, country sausage and warm cream biscuits with golden honey are a no-brainer for my addiction.)
Go to the gym, even though I think I pulled my ass yesterday doing some terrible military style workout devised for me by a madman. Can you pull your ass?
Take a very long walk because tomorrow I have to be at the office at 7 am, and I don't know how to be in an office anymore...