i pushed through work as hard as i could today- complete with taking down a client’s christmas tree (yes, i know that it is january 31) and the whole time all i could think about was how AWESOME it was going to be to get home, get into my fattest of fat pants, make some tea and write. if i felt like getting a little crazy, i was going to read.
i decided i was going to make a plate of nachos, put on some Pearl Jam and just ignore what the rest of the world was doing. simple enough, right? wrong.
- my fattest fat pants weren’t dry yet, so i had to change out of work clothes and into something not as comfy.
- i remembered my vow to give the Terror Dogs baths. so i had to do that and itwas AWFUL. the dogs LOATHE the hair dryer, you know, if that ever comes up as a question for Final Jeopardy.
- got some bad news-about, not just being broke- but being REAL REAL broke, and even broke-r.
- 6,000 other little shitty annoying things, and now my blood is all angried up and my brain is mush.
i’m phonin’ this one in kids, i give up. maybe after a little mindless staring out the window, i’ll be back to good and can do some actual writin’. until then-