Moments before I started typing in the dark while listening to music I was eating some string cheese. It’s crappy Sargento string cheese. My preferred brand of string cheese is Market Pantry from Target. But, alas, they were out when I last went there and so I got Sargento because it was cheaper than Kraft. I’ll probably get the Kraft string cheese next time just so I can get a definitive ranking of all the string cheeses available to me. Thus far it goes like this:
1. Market Pantry
2. Cub Generic
3. No string cheese at all
4. Sargento string cheese
Right now Madonna’s “True Blue” is up on my Spotify ‘Women Rock’ playlist. Remember when MTV spent an entire day playing fan-made videos of this song? Yeah, I’m still kind of sick of this song because of that.
Confession: At the beginning of January I started looking for a real job. The kind of job that would require putting on real clothes and brushing my hair every day. One that I would go to where there were people and stuff. I was not looking forward to it, but I wasn’t looking forward to not paying my mortgage either.
Today, I sent out my invoices for January and, well, the end of January has been very, very good to me. In the freelance life, making enough each month to pay all your bills and buy some food is a good month. When you make enough in a month to pay all your bills and buy food for TWO months, well hot damn, the living is good.
Also, I have a meeting tomorrow with a brand new client. It’s not even the busy season yet. Phew.
Now playing: Barbara Mandrell’s “I Was Country When Country Wasn’t Cool.” I was never country or cool (except for a few months in 1995).
Another Confession: The Beast has taken a backseat to all the paying work and it’s making me feel wretched. Absolutely wretched. I feel like I’m letting myself by not making time for it and yet finding plenty of time for watching “The West Wing” and re-runs of “Good Times.” I need someone over to flick me in the ear every day at 3 p.m. and tell me to put away all the other stuff and write. That person should also bring some Nutter Butters.
I’ve vowed to myself, and now you, Darling Ones, that I will have a second draft completed by my birthday, a draft that I will be happy to show to someone other than Christa, official cheerleader & reader of word barf.
Now playing: Tegan & Sara’s “Walking With the Ghost.” I still have a hard time listening to Tegan & Sara because they remind me of a relationship I was in where I behaved quite poorly.
One other thing: I decided that this was the week I would skip grocery shopping and instead eat all the food taking up space in my freezer and pantry. My freezer is ridiculous with sausage and ground turkey and chicken breasts. I go on weird meat buying sprees and then never eat the crap I buy. The other day I found a pound of chorizo hiding behind some Eggos. I’m gonna take that sausage and add it to the big bag of CSA tomatoes I stewed and froze, and turn it into chili. I’m oddly excited for this. Did you know I’m an award-winning chili maker?