Why haven't I been posting? I've been working. Why haven't I been sleeping? I've been working. Why have I been gaining weight? Heck if I know. I'd like to blame it on working. Maybe it's because I suddenly have money to buy food. But I can't complain. I like the work I've been doing and I'm happy to be able to make a living at doing something I love. Y'know, I always wanted to be a writer. Still in school I never had a plan to get a job as one. I didn't study journalism, or get an internship. In fact, I was extremely interested in booze and boys, if I remember correctly. But I fell into jobs that capitalized on my writing skills and then, one day, I was a writer. It said so on my business card. Externally validated. This morning Mia took a piece of paper from my note pad and tried to tack it up on the dishwasher, imitating how I put her paintings and drawings on the refrigerator. Extreme external validation.
Speaking of her paintings. Get a load of this one.
I, on the other hand, finally updated my professional web site (I know that the link to my samples doesn't work, I temporarily disabled it). I don't really understand html very well but this is a fairly simple page.
I put a moratorium on working tonight, even though I do have some deadlines hanging over my head. I'm aiming for a 10:30 pm bedtime. I can almost hear angels sing when I think about sinking into my nice, crisp clean sheets and sleeping for eight hours! I'm not kidding. Angels. Shit, I think my ears are ringing.
It's definitely good that I'm taking a night off.
