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I am feeling better.
Had a work meeting with my boss (at my own behest). It was open, honest, and I left feeling much better than I did when I went in.
Meds seem to be evening out.
Got a nibble on a gig making those silly lists that people pass around on Facebook. The site looks like it's more pictures than words--and I frankly find those to be a pain in the ass. Still I'm gonna look it over and see if it's something I'll want to do. If the pay is okay, I could certainly create some funny lists. I'm the Egg McMuffin of pop culture and tend to be witty as fuck.
And I've always wanted to be professionally opinionated.
The sushi delivery place will be the end of me. If I had it, I could spend hundreds of dollars a week there. So much eel...
Mark was here for lunch today. Hamburger Pie.
Mmmmmm...
Well into the Matt Smith Doctor Whos (Ha! I almost wrote "Doctor Whose" which would be laughably ungrammatical.) They're pretty good. I asked H if the next two-parter was going to be emotionally draining--you know how they can kick your ass sometimes? He said I don't think so, no. Right. Because at the end of the two-parter Rory fucking dies. Knowing the Doctor as I do, I suspect that we'll see him again one way or another. But Amy not remembering him at all is so terribly sad. It made me go all Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Anyway, I believe with certainty that we have not seen the last of the mysterious Crack on the Wall.
And lastly, I got a haircut. I had all the bleached hair cut off. My hair was normal brown for about 4 days. Now, not so much.
The blue is a lot of fun. And with just the one color, it's not really that weird. Besides, as a writer, I get to be eccentric even though I'm not rich. With that in mind:
There's a wee bit of pink as well.
Had a work meeting with my boss (at my own behest). It was open, honest, and I left feeling much better than I did when I went in.
Meds seem to be evening out.
Got a nibble on a gig making those silly lists that people pass around on Facebook. The site looks like it's more pictures than words--and I frankly find those to be a pain in the ass. Still I'm gonna look it over and see if it's something I'll want to do. If the pay is okay, I could certainly create some funny lists. I'm the Egg McMuffin of pop culture and tend to be witty as fuck.
And I've always wanted to be professionally opinionated.
The sushi delivery place will be the end of me. If I had it, I could spend hundreds of dollars a week there. So much eel...
Mark was here for lunch today. Hamburger Pie.
Mmmmmm...
Well into the Matt Smith Doctor Whos (Ha! I almost wrote "Doctor Whose" which would be laughably ungrammatical.) They're pretty good. I asked H if the next two-parter was going to be emotionally draining--you know how they can kick your ass sometimes? He said I don't think so, no. Right. Because at the end of the two-parter Rory fucking dies. Knowing the Doctor as I do, I suspect that we'll see him again one way or another. But Amy not remembering him at all is so terribly sad. It made me go all Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Anyway, I believe with certainty that we have not seen the last of the mysterious Crack on the Wall.
And lastly, I got a haircut. I had all the bleached hair cut off. My hair was normal brown for about 4 days. Now, not so much.
The blue is a lot of fun. And with just the one color, it's not really that weird. Besides, as a writer, I get to be eccentric even though I'm not rich. With that in mind:
There's a wee bit of pink as well.