Freelancing
Wake up at totally random hour. Stare at cat. Check email from phone in bed. Check calendar from phone in bed. Ooh, nothing to do! Coffffeeeeeee. Continue typing whatever was being typed while falling asleep. Do absolutely nothing for three hours. Reboot hinky airport a few times. Wait in car for street-cleaning to be over. Jesus, how is cable so expensive! Consider getting job. Consider showering. Eat toast. Listen to Erykah Badu album again. Read something. Try to conceal shock when, suddenly, a phone call is returned! Type type type. Bitch about Dumb Story Of The Day with T___. Wonder: Why does that publicist from Paramount hate me? There probably is a reason, in fact. Read latest City Council drama blog post by Liz or Azi. Google some things. Tinker with song you've been working on for a MONTH and are getting NOWHERE WITH, and why? Why why? Barack Obama said what now? Whoa, it's MAY. Month five without a job! What exactly is a "timing belt" and why does the car need one? Think about getting a job editing. But where? Ask J___. Ha ha, yeah you should, who would have you? Who would you have? Ha, I know! And I don't know! Eww, jobs suck. Listen to R___ talk about his pitches. Think: Pitch? Pitch who what? Who can care? Hmm. Email email, type type. Why are you not working on a book proposal? Call people. Ha ha, yeah, what IS with Maureen Dowd? Attend either: insanely dull three-hour city government committee meeting, bad movie or unexpected thing. Go for walk. Wow, there is an "outside"! Think about having sex with that guy. Ooh, maybe porn? Ha ha, there is amputee porn on the internet. Someone should interview those amputees. Twitter. God, porn is horrible! More toast. Why aren't you making out with that guy? Oh my good gravy, it is 9:46 p.m. Make call list for next day. Make lists of questions. Should I call that guy? Book, cat, mouthguard, bed.
