where is my motivation? smoking my inspiration
i am on the internet at the end of my hallway.
or in "my office", as i like to call it.
don't bother stopping in without an appointment.
it would be sort of cosy in this little nook if there wasn't a draft creeping in under the back door. it makes the laminate floor really cold. and probably isn't helping the flu situation.
i wish i had money to buy some vitamin c.
or a cord that reaches into my bedroom.
it is nice to have my desk free and clear to make cards though.
i have 6 orders to fill before mid-december. 36 cards to make.
plus all the cards i need to make just to give to friends and family.
it can and will be done.
i just wish i could muster up some motivation.
i am looking forward to crawling into bed shortly.
nothing beats a good solid 12 hours of sleep when you're sick.
well, 10 hours. close enough.
it's too bad that i will miss planet chaos tonight.
i had a lot of fun last week. the spur was good too.
singing "love shack" at the bar ten times better than arseholes who were butchering it.
but sleep will be sweet tonight. i hope.
last night i dreamt that a trannysaurus rex was chasing me through the woods and eric foreman was there wearing an orange t-shirt and the t-rex ate him head first.
alex schwartz reminds me of eric foreman, except cuter.
two entries in one day. lj overkill. jesus.
i am conflicted about saturday night.
liz asked me to work the door for the giver/b.a. johnson show on the 26th.
but the mudlarks and the nordic beat are playing at primers.
if the show was somewhere other than primers, it would be an easier decision.
with my luck it will rain that night and i would need to cab home.
but i am pretty poor until next wednesday.
which is even more reason to take the door job at cbtg's.
i just have a feeling that not many people will show up at the cbtg's gig.
which is unforunate because b.a. johnson is fucking hilarious.
very, very entertaining dude.
at least friday will be amazing. no conflicts there.
not counting the flu.
or in "my office", as i like to call it.
don't bother stopping in without an appointment.
it would be sort of cosy in this little nook if there wasn't a draft creeping in under the back door. it makes the laminate floor really cold. and probably isn't helping the flu situation.
i wish i had money to buy some vitamin c.
or a cord that reaches into my bedroom.
it is nice to have my desk free and clear to make cards though.
i have 6 orders to fill before mid-december. 36 cards to make.
plus all the cards i need to make just to give to friends and family.
it can and will be done.
i just wish i could muster up some motivation.
i am looking forward to crawling into bed shortly.
nothing beats a good solid 12 hours of sleep when you're sick.
well, 10 hours. close enough.
it's too bad that i will miss planet chaos tonight.
i had a lot of fun last week. the spur was good too.
singing "love shack" at the bar ten times better than arseholes who were butchering it.
but sleep will be sweet tonight. i hope.
last night i dreamt that a trannysaurus rex was chasing me through the woods and eric foreman was there wearing an orange t-shirt and the t-rex ate him head first.
alex schwartz reminds me of eric foreman, except cuter.
two entries in one day. lj overkill. jesus.
i am conflicted about saturday night.
liz asked me to work the door for the giver/b.a. johnson show on the 26th.
but the mudlarks and the nordic beat are playing at primers.
if the show was somewhere other than primers, it would be an easier decision.
with my luck it will rain that night and i would need to cab home.
but i am pretty poor until next wednesday.
which is even more reason to take the door job at cbtg's.
i just have a feeling that not many people will show up at the cbtg's gig.
which is unforunate because b.a. johnson is fucking hilarious.
very, very entertaining dude.
at least friday will be amazing. no conflicts there.
not counting the flu.