It occured to me last night that I’ve got all this stuff going on and I’m not writing about it. Partly, this is because I’m busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest, but partly this is because I’m just not talking about it, and I’m not quite sure why that is.
I’ll see if I can’t find some time (hah!) between now and jesus-with-a-pair-of-red-leather-cuban-heeled-bebops knows, to try to explain all the current business insanity.
Bottom line: I’m a poor planner, compounded by the fact that many other people who have a lot of influence on my schedule right now are poor planners as well.
Bonus: what are you bitching about this weekend?
Friday: Call De and get some schedulation done. People over tonight, although I should call it off.
Saturday: Part two of Justin’s try-outs for the Soccer League (competitive class), then straight over to the Consortium for JSquad, then straight back to our place for the Cry Havoc people — the day starts around 7 and will wrap up around midnight, no-stop run-around.
Sunday: Up in Broomfield (insert pissy muttering here) for another pointless “practice run” for something you can’t practice for (that I regret volunteering for in the first place). It’ll be great. As soon as that’s done, back down to my place (only 120 gazillionmillion miles away) to run through the writting piece that I’m not finished with yet and don’t have time to finish because of all the other CRAP going on.
Monday, Tuesday: Back down in CSprings.
Ai-iggit. Blah.
