Did I say . . . ? No, I see that I haven’t. Or at least, skimming over this doesn’t turn it up, so. I’ve been working 50 or 60 hour weeks most of the time since about last October. Sometimes more. I mean, even with farting around, I’ve still been working 40 hours on work, pretty much. This last weekend is the first one I can remember for sure this year that I haven’t worked. And you know what? I’m not doing this crap anymore. 40 hours a week.…
Author: mizkit
headache
Headachy. Too hot. Blah. Brought the dog outside for a walk this morning, thought, “Wow, it’s warm! It must be 40 degrees!” Came in, booted up the computer, checked ADN’s webpage and lo, it was 40 degrees. I’m so cool. :) We seem to have animals puking all over the place. One of them vomited on Annie’s bed. Yucko.
heh
So yesterday I brought my new signed Rogue comic (Rogue limited series, cover signed by writer and artist, and ‘remarked’ by the artist — a head shot of Rogue drawn on the cover, #5 of 299) over to be framed, and the guy said, “Are you in a hurry? Is a week soon enough?” And then called 3 hours later and said it was finished. Hee hee. So we just went over and got it, and it looks /very/ spiffy, and so I am smug. Smug smug. Next, I’m going…
yay me!
I wrote this morning. A thousand words (exactly, actually, which amused me). Not on US, but I’ll work on US tonight. I started a new Methos novel this morning. Don’t look at me like that. At least I wrote something. And now I’ve made lunch because I was very hungry and now I’m sort of eyeing it dubiously and wondering if I really want to eat it. *crossed eyes* I will, though, because I suspect the sudden lack of hunger is because my tummy gave up and decided I wasn’t…
well…
Well, I wrote a little bit last night, anyway. Not fiction, but not blogging, either. So that counts for something. *sigh* I just went and got my hair cut, and mostly it’s fine, but the woman I go to has this irrational fear of cutting hair very short. I told her to take the back down to a 2, and I didn’t do a touch-test before I left the place, and I goddamned well should have, because it’s long enough to grab with my fingertips, which means it’s at least…