6:07 pm. Car is not blocked in today; oh joy! A clean getaway!
iPod? Check. Sunglasses? Check. Altoids? Check. Phone-ringer back on, in a reachable place so as to minimize driving interference? Check. Roll down both windows- get the air moving since the damn air conditioning is broken. Finally. Going home.
Fuck the freeway. It's like cutting your own feet off at the ankles.
Checking messages. I'm my own secretary on the commute home. Messages help me stay calm despite raging hellacious traffic. Friends. Family. Other. Don't worry, I'm not one of those lane-swerving, left-turn-making, cutter-offer-type phone driver. One lane, one speed, eyes on the road. What can I say? It's a guilty indulgence but I try to downplay it as much as possible.
Washington chokes up around LaBrea and opens back up around Arlington. Almost there. Almost home.
I'm going to clean the house. I'm going to record those loops in my head all day. I'm going to work on my quilt...I'm going....I'm going...I'm going to lay on my ass. I need a fucking nap. Geezus, I am so tired. I am going to sit in the tub. I am going to drink six beers and pass out.
Sheesh.
Work, shmurk.
iPod? Check. Sunglasses? Check. Altoids? Check. Phone-ringer back on, in a reachable place so as to minimize driving interference? Check. Roll down both windows- get the air moving since the damn air conditioning is broken. Finally. Going home.
Fuck the freeway. It's like cutting your own feet off at the ankles.
Checking messages. I'm my own secretary on the commute home. Messages help me stay calm despite raging hellacious traffic. Friends. Family. Other. Don't worry, I'm not one of those lane-swerving, left-turn-making, cutter-offer-type phone driver. One lane, one speed, eyes on the road. What can I say? It's a guilty indulgence but I try to downplay it as much as possible.
Washington chokes up around LaBrea and opens back up around Arlington. Almost there. Almost home.
I'm going to clean the house. I'm going to record those loops in my head all day. I'm going to work on my quilt...I'm going....I'm going...I'm going to lay on my ass. I need a fucking nap. Geezus, I am so tired. I am going to sit in the tub. I am going to drink six beers and pass out.
Sheesh.
Work, shmurk.
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I love naps, baths and eating. If these were Olympic events I'd be the gold medalist in the triathalon.
do you do much journalism of this sort? how did you get into this topic? was it a one-off or just a free-lance opportunity kind of thing? (forgive me if i;ve already asked you these things, i can't remember).