I’m kinda snowed under.
I’m sitting on a pile of things to do, and more of them are falling out the sky, onto my head.
All metaphorically of course, but just because it’s a metaphor, that doesn’t mean my head doesn’t hurt.
(You see how agitated I am? Double negative! This is the freelance writer equivalent of a needle swinging into the red).So since I’m not around right now and you don’t have to listen to the contents of my brain (lucky, lucky you)…what do YOU want to talk about?
Tell me.
(To my Russian “readers” and their earnest and untiring efforts to turn this site into a black-market drugstore, none of this applies to you. Nyet. Sorry, crazy Ivans).
Back soon – to recount how I almost got flamencoed to death on a ringroad. Tune in for the details.
You wouldn’t have this problem in Italy, because there is no one at work to accept your finished projects.
I for one was shocked that the nutrition bofoos want mothers to stop giving their UK children ham sandwiches. Considering what they were shown to be eating when Jamie did his thing, ham sandwiches would seem to be health food.
i’d like to talk about how smart it would be to quit my corporate job to attend culinary school, where tuition is expensive and what the likelihood of me snagging a job making about $30K less than what i’m currently making upon graduation is.
i think this is what’s preventing me from having a full night’s sleep, i can’t keep blaming it on the heat.