We have been scarily unbusy for the past three weeks or so. I've barely billed enough to cover my nut, which always makes me nervous.
Which is why I've been so, um, prolific.
I had way too much time on my hands and clearly it is making me more dyspeptic than usual. I can't believe there are folks who actually like having jobs that require them to do a minimum of work and still get paid. As long as they show up on time, get their morning and afternoon breaks and their lunch hour, collect their paycheck and go home at the dot of 5:00. Oh wait, I think they're called "government office workers."
I LIKE being really busy.
Well, be careful what you wish for. I was twiddling my thumbs yesterday, when suddenly, like a summer storm out of nowhere, the shit. hit. the. fan.
There's big news to tell, too. 'nother post.
In the meantime, if someone doesn't get laid soon, someone may have to go postal or back to F for some gratification.
Just kidding.
I think.
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