Dear Journal,
Lots to do today! Meet with clients, cash check (they are untrustworthy clients to say the LEAST). Finish arranging the studio that is currently a nest of cables, plugs, softboxes, rolling papers, guitar strings (guitar strings?), and DV effluvia. Go find another fossil (my current goal is to beat out the museums collection of trilobites, since I already have more crinoids. ha!), enroll in next semester's classes, ask Fatality when her set is going up, water the snails, and build a mammoth fire. If there is any time left in the day after that I may very well swiffer the floors and read the latest issue of The Socialist Review, or hell, even some Martha Stewart Living, if I feel badass.
P.S. Last night, after years of constant indentured servitude, my Mother's television finally died. She made a long distance call to tell me this.
Lots to do today! Meet with clients, cash check (they are untrustworthy clients to say the LEAST). Finish arranging the studio that is currently a nest of cables, plugs, softboxes, rolling papers, guitar strings (guitar strings?), and DV effluvia. Go find another fossil (my current goal is to beat out the museums collection of trilobites, since I already have more crinoids. ha!), enroll in next semester's classes, ask Fatality when her set is going up, water the snails, and build a mammoth fire. If there is any time left in the day after that I may very well swiffer the floors and read the latest issue of The Socialist Review, or hell, even some Martha Stewart Living, if I feel badass.
P.S. Last night, after years of constant indentured servitude, my Mother's television finally died. She made a long distance call to tell me this.
it's ok, i'm already in therapy