The weekend was a waste. I barely did anything except play SWG and sleep. Jarrod and I did go swimming (In October! I love LA!) and got ourselves a nice bit of exercise. We've decided to join the local yoga place and do that in the evenings as a little "together time".. he will cook half the days and I'll cook the other half, and we're going to have Vons (the local supermarket) deliver the food because we hate shopping. To be precise, we hate walking them up three flights of stairs with multiple trips involved, carrying packages. Maybe that's lazy, but it annoys the heck out of me. On the weekends we still plan to swim, the pool is open year-round and is heated.

I was thinking about my writing and why I'm stalled on my stories. I think it's because I am constantly looking for appreciation, and my stories show that. It's like I'm begging for someone to say "good for you!" - that doesn't make a great tale. I'm not sure which I should deal with.. my need for appreciation or my stories sucking. I call my parents and lately all they do is talk about themselves, which is fine since everything sucks for them lately, but I still wish I had someone to talk to.. someone interested in me, someone interested in soul searching.. Somene or something to inspire me.