Take out trash.
Cut hair.
Shave.
Clean litterbox.
Vacuum.
Clean sink.
Get airline tickets.
Call parents.
Send checks.
Send invoices.
Do AFAC illustration.
Do Flash presentation.
Make a new portfolio site.
Fix all the doorknobs.
Do laundry.
Do sheets.
Clean room.
Finish two books.
Finish two movies.
This is not a TO DO list: It is a pile of the insurmountable. I got home, I worked until 1 am (just like last night!), I’ll be doing it for the next two days, so my relative slowness on these tasks is understandable….but….it sure is stressful to have all that stuff sitting there. Rrrrrrrrrgh.
On the plus side: Monday is Dia De Los Dollars, when paychecks and (finally) cashed freelance checks provide me with a mystical, all-at-once sum roughly more valuable than my car, a nice “told you so!” to my nights of holding off on the stabbing of clients and co-workers. Plus, my car insurance went down (drastically. Maybe they found out how boring I am). Plus, I spent (almost) within personal budget this month. Plus, old clients want to give me more valuable and lenient work, while new clients are turning into much, much better associates than I thought. Wooooo.
Sorry to talk so happily/grossly about money. It is the only nice thing you can discuss when you’re working 15 hours a day, aside from girlystuff, and believe you me, that’s even grosser.
Other news:
The movie I’ve spent so much time workin’ (standin’) in has been temporarily cancelled, but it sounds like the director needed a break. Last time I saw him, he hadn’t slept in a day or so, and seemed stressed out of his mind. After he gets wellish, we’re all discussing how to move it forward. At this point, sadly, I gots an INVESTMENT: I would like to see my glorious, 20-second death scene (picture me flailing around with a four-foot geyser of blood spraying from my sternum) on film and in public, at some point, if for no other reason than to figure out what face I must make should such a death actually befall me. “Hmm. It looks like the mouth should be turned down more.”
I’ve turned into a sportsfan for politics. I check and recheck blogs and newspapers, looking for more evidence and marks against Our Rivals, and get all happy when Something Really Big hits. Which only turns depressing when said big thing emerges into the mainsteam as A Minor CNN Headline Under “When It Comes To Bats, Size Matters.”
Undeterred! At this point, I’m basically blasting Google and Technorati servers with the word “impeachment” and its related activities. It’s distracted me from my failures at Fastr and Klueless, at least.
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