| September 26th; me and cinderella | |
Ech. It's only 9 am and it's already been a bad day. Woke up at 6:30 but refused to get up until 7:30, which was probably a mistake. Don't fare well, fare forward. Anyway. One of our clients wants their newsletter early, which we could have done if we hadn't had to send stuff back to the editor. There's a reason, after all, why we have this editor edit the whole newsletter, generally. But we didn't this time for whatever reason, and it's gone back to the editor, and we don't have it and I sort of resent her asking this morning instead of, say, yesterday when we could have done something about it. But that's really not something I should be dwelling on. Tonight's a party over at Rainne's, which is going to be lots of fun, I think. If nothing else, it's an opportunity to wear a nice shirt and drink. Mmmmmm. Drinking. Hey. I forgot to eat breakfast. No wonder I'm hungry! Mental state is stressed and heading downward. With luck, i may be able to reverse the trend this weekend, but I'm not sure I've got any luck this week, at all. But there's hope on the horizon for Storm and Laura's apartment, which is good and hopeful and all that good stuff. They're moving Monday and will get here Thursday or so. I caved in and bought a GigaPet today. I'm not sure why I did it, other than the fact that I just got paid and I was at the drug store. It's a cute little thing.
"It always seemed such a waste
She said, 'it's cold,
She'll run until she's out of breath
Sounds: Prince, 1999; The Wallflowers, Bringing Down the Horse ("One Headlight" over and over and over and OVER again. Who the hell likes that song so much? It's certianly not me. It's probably D'raimeth again; it's about sex and suicide and death and depression, so it's something he/she would like.) Words: Susie Bright, Susie Bright's Sexual State of the Union GigaPet: "Jax", 0 days, 2 lbs. |