Work, work, work
Only my old friend Kristin would understand what I’m saying with that phrase, but suffice it to say that it used to induce giggles and clinking of beer bottles. 🙂
Just finished some editing. Have to write a story tomorrow and edit last-minute submissions. One of my mega-documents is pending approval — it took two fucking days to edit that 42-page monstrosity (I didn’t write it, and it sucks mightily because of it).
Met my upstairs neighbor last night. The cats howled till I came in the house and fed their fat asses. She asked if I’d want to go to church with her sometime. I politely declined, so then she invited me to a candle party the night before my housewarming. I debated inviting her to mine but decided against it, but I will go to the candle soiree. Like I need more fucking crap around this house! 🙂
Well, I’ve smoked my last cigarette and am going to finish my last cocktail (oh, yeah — I need to drink/smoke when I edit! The stories usually turn out better, I think, when I’m loaded). Too bad I have to go to bed when my energy and concentration is at its highest.
Sweet dreams, y’all!