Slow week

And I'm so tired. . .

30 January 2001

Everything changes so quickly.  You work hard on something and then it gets canned.  Scratch time.

Tomorrow is another day, I guess.

What I would give to freelance.  Just sit at home and write.  Oh, you want to change it?  Okay, you're still paying me a dollar a word for the copy you nixed though.  Cool.

Then I'd flip my cell closed, unmute A Wedding Story and sip on my latte.

Let me dream, okay?

Listening to 3EB's Blue. This is actually D-train's CD. Oops. He's such a sweetheart.  He bought Mo and I tickets to Vertical Horizon next week and I didn't even have to ask.

Both bands remind me of M. I haven't heard from him in awhile and it's gotten to the point where I'm not sure if he hasn't written because he's miffed or because he's as busy as me.

I've been so bad about keeping in touch with my friends. I don't get it.  I can email some kids 40 times a day, but I can't seem to make myself sit down and write Kimi or M. 

Kim's birthday was in November.  I still have her card in my bag.  Last year, she and T got their Christmas presents in April.

Not exaggerating.

When I'm serious about procrastinating, nothing can stop me. And then it gets to the point where I've waited so long I start stressing over it, and getting uncomfortable/embarrassed because I'm so frickin' ridiculous and then I never do it.  Two words: vicious cycle.

In other news: Allison was nominated for one of her pamie.com guest entries!  And she's launching her journal soon.  I'd link now, but I don't know if it's ready for public viewing.  Don't worry, I'll pimp her as soon as it is.

Oh, and if you bookmark straight to my second page, go check out my new index page.  Tell me if it's cool, lame or just flat out creepy.