writing frenzy

I'm tempted to lengthen the silent-reading period during literacy so that I can work on my next chapter.

This is bad.

I'm not actually going to do it, but I AM going to be out of here at 3:05 so I can get two solid hours of writing in before the baby gets home from the afternoon with Aunty Krista.

I'm still debating whether I'll stop at Zellers on the way home. I need shampoo, body wash, lotion, and milk. I really need to get these things, but I really, really want to write the next chapter.

I also need to pay my Zellers bill. I think I'd better stop there. Darn.

Recipe for delayed sleep

1 body's worth of dry skin (by dry, I mean scaly and itchy in a number of spots - we've been out of body lotion for four days.)
1 new bottle of brand-name body lotion for extra-dry skin, with a lovely floral scent to it.

Oops.

Usually, I can handle scented lotions. I have mildly sensitive skin, but a bit of fragrance won't have me breaking out in hives or anything. However, scented lotion on very dry skin is a bad idea. My legs have been on fire for fifteen minutes (get your minds out of the gutter! For shame!) and are just now starting to feel normal from the inside.

From the outside, they felt nice and smooth as soon as the lotion went on. If this stuff works, I'll never buy the cheap stuff again. And I can put up with the burning for a while, if it stops the itching.

I'm never quite sure which I prefer - my oily summer skin, with its breakouts that make me look seventeen again, or my dry winter skin, tight and uncomfortable but looking quite good if I use enough lotion. It's a tough call. Usually, when I'm in the middle of it, I prefer the other.

Okay, that's better. Time to get to bed.