i am so fucking lazy/exhausted/tired/drained/whatever. sixth 12+ hour workday in a row, fourth straight this week. oh nascar, bane of my existence.
and onmag did indeed fold. i filled out my timesheets. we’ll see if i get paid. guess i need to start pitching edubs again. sigh.
tomorrow is the last day […]
third 12+ hour day in a row this week; fifth total, counting the two before thanksgiving. i can’t breathe, i’m too exhausted to move my eyes, and people at work keep asking if i’m okay and all i can do is groan in response. DEATH TO NASCAR.
onmag editor called me yesterday to tell […]
guess what? it turns out my cold meds are a controlled substance! hurrah! (i just took them anyway. if i stroke out, somebody call my dad.)
another 13 hour day. i’m ill. i just took cold meds. i’m watching real world. i’m going to cry.
there is just no limit to how much i adore matthew barrett. and sportscenter, who put together a killer segment on jacque vaughn of the hawks that ran 5 whole minutes (that’s a lot). i recorded it with the aid of tivo and brough it to work to show editor eric, who was […]
arg. i just walked in from work. i feel like i’m getting sick. i feel like i hate the world, and especially nascar.
finito. it is mediocre at best and i’m not sure it works as part of the game program, but it is done. tomorrow morning i rewrite the questions harvey gave me and make them hepcat cool, and then i mail in this nightmare wad of poo.
[jameswatch2k]: he just turned on the tv/dvd/whatever. […]
interlude: the best episode of buffy ever committed to film and television is on in syndie and i am peeing out my nose at it’s perfection. it is truly the nexus of all past and future episodes, what with evil willow, oz, harmony, jonathan and the intro of anya.
afternoon with jill, brunch of eggs that made me dearly need to puke, closely followed by dawsons, which made me desperately need to puke, closely followed by champion bullriding on nbc featuring jewel, which made me laugh my balls (or the bull balls) off.
it’s raining out. rain in nyc is the worst kind of […]
