Zero writing. Oh, my dears. Oh, my ducks.
But I am making hundreds of paper flowers for a movie premiere gala.
Then I am making 24 rose bouttonieres for gentlemen appearing in the movie at the gala.
There will be limos and photographers… which will come in handy for portfolio shots. I Maaaaaay be opening my own flower design shop in the next year. No, you know what? Fuck ‘may’. Am. Will. Shall. Plans underway. I need to do this. I need to try something, even if I fail the something. I’m going to be 35. Then I’m going to be 40. It’s how these things work, you see.
Also, attending said gala with husband. I wear sneakers and steel toes. I must purchase heels. I must purchase adhesive products and attach them to my boobs in such a way that said boobs will not spill out of dress.