The Fruits of Barbers
Feb. 5th, 2002 04:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Hey there, all...
I didn't go to bed until 11:20 a.m., yet somehow I thought I was going to be up in time to go to work at 3 p.m. *chuckle* Silly me.
The alarm woke me up at 2:30 p.m., and I turned it off, turned around, and saw my bed. And I thought to myself, "Hell yeah." And then I crashed for another 90 minutes.
Mid-way through my exclusive interview with LeVar Burton in the Dickson Street Diner, I heard a Mountain Dew can opening.
"What?" I thought to myself. "Mountain Dew? Kunta Kinte would never drink *Mountain Dew*?!?!!"
And so I woke up, rather abruptly. Joey was standing with Aaron, and I looked at the clock with a sudden, dawning comprehension and panic. Yup, just what I feared. 3:58 p.m. I was an hour late for work.
So...ultimately, I called in. I had a headache, a dry, scratchy throat and my joints ached all over. That'll teach me to read "The Stand". It also means I had another day and a half to pretty much goof-off. Since I get paid shit, I'm only losing about $40 or so, and I can easily make up most of that if I wanted to...which I don't, because all of my bills for the month are paid.
Nonetheless, today was still a really productive day. I finally washed my clothes, wrote a little bit more for "The Way Things Are" (the story took a rather unexpected twist before I even knew what I was writing...I HATE (LOVE) it when it does that), sent out e-mails that desperately needed sending, and finally started trying to kick-start my furry writing mailing list, called "Poetic Liscence". Join up, all of you, and tell your friends!
Now, I'm going to see if I can't keep this productive streak going. I think I'll shower and shave or something, hang up my clothes, work on editing a few logs to send to friends, *finally* get started on writing new descriptions for MUCK characters, and maybe go out for breakfast with Odis.
I have no willpower. :P
Everything's going good, and it feels like Mercury's out of retrograde (which of course, it isn't).
I didn't go to bed until 11:20 a.m., yet somehow I thought I was going to be up in time to go to work at 3 p.m. *chuckle* Silly me.
The alarm woke me up at 2:30 p.m., and I turned it off, turned around, and saw my bed. And I thought to myself, "Hell yeah." And then I crashed for another 90 minutes.
Mid-way through my exclusive interview with LeVar Burton in the Dickson Street Diner, I heard a Mountain Dew can opening.
"What?" I thought to myself. "Mountain Dew? Kunta Kinte would never drink *Mountain Dew*?!?!!"
And so I woke up, rather abruptly. Joey was standing with Aaron, and I looked at the clock with a sudden, dawning comprehension and panic. Yup, just what I feared. 3:58 p.m. I was an hour late for work.
So...ultimately, I called in. I had a headache, a dry, scratchy throat and my joints ached all over. That'll teach me to read "The Stand". It also means I had another day and a half to pretty much goof-off. Since I get paid shit, I'm only losing about $40 or so, and I can easily make up most of that if I wanted to...which I don't, because all of my bills for the month are paid.
Nonetheless, today was still a really productive day. I finally washed my clothes, wrote a little bit more for "The Way Things Are" (the story took a rather unexpected twist before I even knew what I was writing...I HATE (LOVE) it when it does that), sent out e-mails that desperately needed sending, and finally started trying to kick-start my furry writing mailing list, called "Poetic Liscence". Join up, all of you, and tell your friends!
Now, I'm going to see if I can't keep this productive streak going. I think I'll shower and shave or something, hang up my clothes, work on editing a few logs to send to friends, *finally* get started on writing new descriptions for MUCK characters, and maybe go out for breakfast with Odis.
I have no willpower. :P
Everything's going good, and it feels like Mercury's out of retrograde (which of course, it isn't).
