50 Shades of White

The Republican Party. Tee hee.
First full day on my own in Del Mar. It's 5:00 so I'm having a glass of wine, looking out at the ocean and writing. This will be my life for the next two weeks. It's a little lonely, but it's okay. No one to care what I'm doing or not doing during the day. Time to write my book, which will be about a crazy woman who's about 48 and doesn't know what to do with her life, so she goes to San Diego by herself to do some self-exploration but ends up drunk the whole time so she doesn't really accomplish anything towards her goal.
Tara, the dog I'm sitting for, though very sweet, is a pain in the ass to walk, so I'm afraid she'll be holding it in quite a bit. But she's not eating, so that shouldn't be too much of an issue.
I suppose I could watch the Democratic convention for the next few days, but YUCH. I hate politicians. It all makes me sick to my stomach. I'll watch the US Open instead. Roger Federer is a lot more pleasant to watch than Barak Obama. Sorry if that sounds racist.
I was going to diet and get in awesome shape while I was here. That's not happening.
Oh yeah, I'm in school to become a therapist, I forgot. If anyone has anything they want to talk about, please feel free to write. In the meantime, a friend gave me an assignment of finding jobs that I would otherwise apply for if something didn't get in my way, and pointing out what did get in my way. I'll be very busy compiling my list, starting with why I'm not qualified to work as a checkout girl at Walmart.