I left my apartment about nine times today. I would feel super accomplished except that I don't think I actually did anything. I do remember driving around for twenty minutes after jump-starting my car to look for a place that would replace my battery.
Apparently, in this country, it is against general mores to sell an honest man a battery on a Sunday.
Now, it is only 10:30, I don't think I've been up for more than 11 hours, yet I feel exaughsted. Perhaps this is a time I should consider hiring a detective to follow me around and record what I do all day, because I don't seem to be accomplishing a whole helluvalot.
I need a job. That would help.
Freelancing my words and pictures is nice because I get to make my own hours. And it also sucks, because I'm forced to make my own hours. I think I need an hourly job. Somewhere that I can write my name all cool-like on a time card.
Or something.
Apparently, in this country, it is against general mores to sell an honest man a battery on a Sunday.
Now, it is only 10:30, I don't think I've been up for more than 11 hours, yet I feel exaughsted. Perhaps this is a time I should consider hiring a detective to follow me around and record what I do all day, because I don't seem to be accomplishing a whole helluvalot.
I need a job. That would help.
Freelancing my words and pictures is nice because I get to make my own hours. And it also sucks, because I'm forced to make my own hours. I think I need an hourly job. Somewhere that I can write my name all cool-like on a time card.
Or something.