What's that they say about the definition of insanity?

I've been trying for over a week now to write an article for Associated Content. Every time I get going on it, I have to stop to take care of some work thing, and then my workload explodes and things pile on to ensure that I'll be busy the rest of the day. I'm not really complaining--I'm getting paid to take care of the other things, after all. I'll get paid for the article, too, if it gets accepted, but not by the people whose computer and office space I'm using, so nope, no complaints here. But it sure seems like in the last several days my job's been doing its best to make a liar out of me re: that whole "I only have a few hours' worth of actual work a day" thing.

I tried writing this article on my mom's computer, too, but it came out crap. I am definitely someone who needs her own space and/or equipment in order to get any quality creative thinking done. Want to hear again about how my home just isn't set up for that right now? Or about how I need to get myself a laptop? No? I didn't think so.

I still haven't called to make appointments to look at those duplexes. They're both two-bedroom, which means if we get one we'll have an actual home office; which in turn means that at the very least, if Matt's hogging the office, once I have that laptop I'll have other parts of the house to retreat to and get some gorram work done. Plus, they're both within walking distance of coffee shops. I can work in a coffee shop. I can make the coffee shop my office if I have to.

Aren't those beautiful words, by the way? "Within walking distance of coffee shops." Where I live now I'm in walking distance of trees, a lake and a store that sells fishing bait. If I go a little further, I'll run into some cows.

Needless to say, I am PSYCHED at the prospect of becoming a city girl.