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Turns out I'm not working Inishmore. False alarm, miscommunication, and such. I would have thoroughly enjoyed cleaning up 6 gallons of stage blood every night, though. And seeing/operating the machine that brings in the man suspended from an I beam near the grid by his chained up feet. Good times.
Instead I'm looking at pushing chocolate or snapping photos of newborns in a hospital. Both are fairly easy to do, I imagine. The newborn thing is on commission, but really, how hard can it be to sell the first professionally taken prints of someone's child?
I've been working out a lot of geometry in my head, and found out last night that it wasn't necessary. Still, good to think about these things even if they aren't issues.
Doing lots of home repair and housework today. Fun shit. Fixing sinks and toilets and rearranging rooms and such. I hope this sudden burst of motivation lasts.
Latre.
Instead I'm looking at pushing chocolate or snapping photos of newborns in a hospital. Both are fairly easy to do, I imagine. The newborn thing is on commission, but really, how hard can it be to sell the first professionally taken prints of someone's child?
I've been working out a lot of geometry in my head, and found out last night that it wasn't necessary. Still, good to think about these things even if they aren't issues.
Doing lots of home repair and housework today. Fun shit. Fixing sinks and toilets and rearranging rooms and such. I hope this sudden burst of motivation lasts.
Latre.