I ran out of Ritalin. You can totally tell.

I did something I wish I hadn't. I agreed via email, while at my regularly scheduled job, to take on a freelance project. I didn't pay enough attention to the deets and dear June, please say deets, because please see above ref to regularly scheduled job and distracted. They offered me a flat rate, and … Continue reading I ran out of Ritalin. You can totally tell.

Me and you and a dog with Blu

I did many things this weekend, but one thing I did not do was much sleeping. Internet: Why, Joon? Joon: Noneya, Internet. On Friday afternoon, I was toiling at m'desk when the phone rang. "WHAT." I thought, as I am cheerful and elegant about being interrupted when in a flow. It was my doctor's office. … Continue reading Me and you and a dog with Blu

Cream. Get on top. Cream.

Three entire days of a holiday weekend. Twenty thousand climbs up m'stepstool. Five trips to the paint store. Nineteen inappropriate advances made on young paint salesboy. And? My back room looks the same. Yes, I DO realize I need to fix that chair. IT'S ON MY LIST, OKAY? It's on m'list. Meanwhile, makes a great … Continue reading Cream. Get on top. Cream.

Black

Yesterday, I cheated on my hairdresser and held a dying kitten. So now I have PTSD and almost-black hair. I'd had to cancel on my regularly scheduled hairdresser, because my appointment with her had been during my Two Weeks With 80 Dollars sabbatical. "Yes, I'm on sabbatical. From life. Till I hunker through these two … Continue reading Black

Rare. In the bloody way, not the special way.

Do you think of yourself as normal? I have never once, for as long as I can remember, considered myself to be normal. And I'm glad of it, although I haven't always been. I doubt anyone else finds me normal, either. There was one woman who was married to my friend, a woman who made … Continue reading Rare. In the bloody way, not the special way.

Oh, good. I get to read about someone’s trip.

I hate brunch. There's the part where you're expected to get up, WITH NO FOOD OR COFFEE IN YOU, and head to some crowded restaurant, then wait in a lobby for a hundred minutes. Then always--ALWAYS!!--some asshole party of 10 is just before you, because hey, what's more fun than a huge GROUP going to … Continue reading Oh, good. I get to read about someone’s trip.

It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

Yes, I'm posting on Saturday. Hello! {hello hello hello hello} Echo! {echo echo echo echo} I don't know why I bother. But hello, one and a half people who are homebound for whatever reason. I guess now that it's half an hour away, I can tell you that I am supposed to be in New … Continue reading It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday