monday
Last week was an absolute, unconditional nightmare as far as work goes. There is one guy who, in normal circumstances, I wouldn't work with. I've gone as far as to tell staffers that I don't ever want to work with him. Ever. And I'm not alone in that. But, these are't normal times, and beggars can't be choosers. Literally. Four days. After seven weeks of being out of work, it'll be nice to get the check. Just sent in the invoice. I took a six week gig with the same client. Two days a week for six weeks. Best I can get at the moment. Now I'm just trying to see out the year, looking to 2022.
I was mentally and physically exhausted by the end of last week. I slept most of Saturday. I had dizzy spells, felt sick. Now my allergies are ramped up. My body telling me fall is almost here.
Spent the morning cleaning. Going to run some errands and then veg out. Try and get on the bike Tuesday or Wednesday?
Finished all the books I'd been reading. Started the next Gray Man novel as a palate cleanser.
Just saw that Jean-Paul Belmondo has died. They sure as fuck don't make them like that anymore! R.I.P.
I was mentally and physically exhausted by the end of last week. I slept most of Saturday. I had dizzy spells, felt sick. Now my allergies are ramped up. My body telling me fall is almost here.
Spent the morning cleaning. Going to run some errands and then veg out. Try and get on the bike Tuesday or Wednesday?
Finished all the books I'd been reading. Started the next Gray Man novel as a palate cleanser.
Just saw that Jean-Paul Belmondo has died. They sure as fuck don't make them like that anymore! R.I.P.