Life or Something Like It...
No. Not the Angelina Jolie movie (though I really do enjoy that movie...).
So...
Since no wants to be my beta/test reader I have decided to hold off for a while until the story is farther along and ask again. Maybe someone will want to beta then. And if not...
Oh well. Guess I have to weed through ff.net. Or do it myself again.
May I just mention for a moment that I have a monstrous headache?
Am thinking of requesting a few days off for the beginning of May or something just to have a few days off in a row. Am becoming ridiculously tired from having one day off at a time intermittent with very long days. I appreciate the money but it's not like I get to do anything fun with it, you know? At this point I'd think paying rent for my own apartment would be fun. At least then I wouldn't have to deal with people, right?
You know what? I hate paying for gas. And car insurance. I hate cars. It's a piece of crap and I never go anywhere fun with it. I go to work. And to see my family. And to the grocery store to buy litter for my cat to take a shit in. What's so great about the car? I pay out the effing ass for the luxury to not walk.
Boo.
I also hate paying for my cell phone but that's neither here nor there. (Say what you may, but I find nothing fun about my cell phone.)
I keep trying to find the time to write but either Aly's got an art project or I work at 10 the next day for nine hours. I really would like to continue 100 Steps, you know. And finish chapter 8 of A Few Words.
I've been watching Dane Cook stuff. You'd think I'd be in a better effing mood.
My head is effing pulsating.
I would like to say more but I feel like biting off someone's face right now. So...
Yeah.
So...
Since no wants to be my beta/test reader I have decided to hold off for a while until the story is farther along and ask again. Maybe someone will want to beta then. And if not...
Oh well. Guess I have to weed through ff.net. Or do it myself again.
May I just mention for a moment that I have a monstrous headache?
Am thinking of requesting a few days off for the beginning of May or something just to have a few days off in a row. Am becoming ridiculously tired from having one day off at a time intermittent with very long days. I appreciate the money but it's not like I get to do anything fun with it, you know? At this point I'd think paying rent for my own apartment would be fun. At least then I wouldn't have to deal with people, right?
You know what? I hate paying for gas. And car insurance. I hate cars. It's a piece of crap and I never go anywhere fun with it. I go to work. And to see my family. And to the grocery store to buy litter for my cat to take a shit in. What's so great about the car? I pay out the effing ass for the luxury to not walk.
Boo.
I also hate paying for my cell phone but that's neither here nor there. (Say what you may, but I find nothing fun about my cell phone.)
I keep trying to find the time to write but either Aly's got an art project or I work at 10 the next day for nine hours. I really would like to continue 100 Steps, you know. And finish chapter 8 of A Few Words.
I've been watching Dane Cook stuff. You'd think I'd be in a better effing mood.
My head is effing pulsating.
I would like to say more but I feel like biting off someone's face right now. So...
Yeah.