Dear Friends and Other Readers,
Please forgive what is likely to be another protracted absence from the Blogosphere. I am once again in a death march activity aimed at securing enough money from people who have it to justify my existence for another few years. I will rejoin you some time after Monday when w once again push the magic button.
In the meantime, can someone please explain to me why I am seemingly unable to write anything cogent unless I have a gun to my head? Every time, I swear, I'm going to get these pieces done early and every time, I can't seem to string five sentences together until I'm down to less than a week before Doomsday.
It's gotta be a pathology of some sort.
Edit: And for any of you who care, I actually HAD tickets to go see Three Girls and their Buddy tonight. Yes; I did. It starts at 8:00. Am I getting ready to go? No; I'm working. In fact, I'll be working until sometime in the wee hours of tomorrow.
I gotta get one of those jobs where you work 30 hours a week and make $125K. If you find one, let me know...
5 comments:
Aww, you're not going to the concert! What a drag!
Good luck getting the work done...I am like you -- gun must be to head.
If you find a job like that, let me know, too.
Good luck. *hug*
Lol.. I've like a job like that too please...lol
bunches of hugs.
Good Luck.. It'll get better..
i'm so sorry you're missing the concert. i am jealous that you had the opportunity to see them!
good luck with everything.
gun or no gun!!
sorry about work over joy. that bites.
I find I get more apathetic the less I am enjoying the politics of my job. Then I have to be forced to preform, despite the obvious monetary compensation they are giving me. which is barely enough to survive on!!!
good luck with your next round of proposals. maybe it will bring around that 30 hour a week job!!!
:prayers and hugs:
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