Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Fuck a Duck Fuck Duck and A Fucking Duck Fuck

I would like to tell a few people to go fuck themselves. This is how I feel this week. I am dangerously tired and bored despite my current 11-hour work days and my ridiculous attachment to e-mail. I'm feeling a bit stuck with a current business agreement - stuck financially, that is. Fortunately, I am working with one of my best gals and mentor this week on a good project and that's keeping me happy. I suppose I can't make any moves until Danny starts working again, but I'll admit the urge to walk away from all of this is often there. (What is "all of this" anyway. I'm not making anything stellar enough to be giving something up!) I suppose that something a bit more secure would allow me to sleep a little better.

I've been going up the street to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in the late afternoon to get a small cocoa and a baked good. And I wonder why I have a double chin. For the 10 minutes I'm out of my office, I feel a little bit alive. I talk to the owner. I sample a macaroon, brownie or cookie. I happily march back down the short hill to my townhouse. It's back to the grind again.

Tonight we have dinner with Dan's friend from the India trip. Perhaps this will be amusing for me. Hopefully. Signing off.

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